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“But Charlie, writing things out by hand is the new drawing.”   Elaine felt she was onto something.   Something important.

Diana Moone,  Living Well.

“A woman’s shoes rested inside a bucket.  A great red pail.  Someday I’d like to own one just like it.  Pure utility, yet pleasing to the eye.  Something to depend on.”  Kenneth’s thoughts rolled on, as jumbled and useless as ever.

Jason Starling, ed.,  Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.

That the stone falls the same way each time is the mystery.

Titus Musgrave,  The Enigma of the Box.

“We say the same things over and over again.  That’s what we do.”  Edward was musing.

Into a world of water.  The porcelain bowl and its peculiar dynamics.  The basin.  The tub.   Eric had awakened, and was on his feet again.

Victoria Salt,  A Compendium of Opening Lines.

“Steadfast.  Celestial.  Room.  Stick.  Smudge.  Dusk.  Damp.  Loathing.”  Aaron was adding to his ongoing list of favorite words.  “Eradicate.  Urinate.  Aftermath.  Thrice.  Entail.  Oaf.  Thrill.  Word.  Cork.  Redeem.”

Jeremy Malking,  The Anechoic Chamber: Stories.

If words really were “unstable,”  we wouldn’t be able to talk about their instability.

Hecuba Gathers,  A Purely Physical World.

“Since thinking is my strong point, I have decided do more of it.  That’s it.  That is my announcement.”

Silas Burbage,  The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.

“What I need,” thought Duane, “is a new way of laughing.  And a new way of talking.  Altogether new.”

Sebastian Sleeve,  The Random Walk and Other Stories.