“Thinking is what I didn’t do,” said Donald, boasting a bit to himself (and to the others). “And I am good at not doing it.”
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
Todd was contemplating the ever-expanding culture of “nice.” “But what if the culture of nice is just a curtain?” he wondered. “And behind this curtain is nothing? Nothing at all?”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
The sill is an encrustation of white drips. Deposits of no particular intent. A painting. A narrow painting. I once heard the expression “bird lime.”
Eugene Bavinger, The Turpentine Blues.
The [elite] are those who have found a way to cloak their own desperation in finer textiles.
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
“I need to be punished for the mistake that I made. Otherwise I won’t learn from my error. And learning is what I am all about.” Again, Colin was searching for the right thing to say.
Darko Rivenbark, Snapshots.
Bradley had performed a task effectively. “I couldn’t be more proud,” he said, softly.
Lane Vivian, A Knob of Old Cheese and Ten Short Tales.
Some things we know, and some things we don’t. But this I do know: A mirror is a paltry world.
Hamilton Barca, The Black Vapor.
“We are not as complicated as we sometimes think. And we are not as interesting. But that does not prevent us from being utter mystery.” Having entered the three short sentences into his journal, Broderick was struck—and not for the first time—by the oddness of his ideas.
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Tooth and Claw.
Dan didn’t think. He just didn’t think. He has no one but himself to blame for not thinking. Dan did not think.
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
“Please stop, won’t you? Please, just stop.” These words, spoken softly, were Kyle’s last line of defense against the awful flood of memories.
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
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