“If they would all just listen,” urged Natalie. “If words could just be put together in the proper sequence.”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
“Stars? Yes. Moon? No.” And with that, Mr. Hawltree refused to breathe another word.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“No, Reggie, not Judo. That’s for the squares. Tae Kwon Do is what you want. Got it? Tae. Kwon. Do.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
“Don’t think of it! Don’t think of it!” said Desmond, aloud, with gritted teeth. “Don’t think of anything ever again,” he whispered.
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“There are ten thousand ways to lie, Hadley, old fellow, and to say nothing at all is by no means the least of those.”
Harrison Wilmer, The Michaelmas Killer.
This culture does not believe in wisdom, except for the wisdom that declares that there is no wisdom.
Cedric Plumm, All Roads Lead.
“And what about the cultural appropriation of plumbing?” demanded Aaron.
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“How obedient the actors are! That’s what strikes me, Edward.”
Leighton Johns, My Uncle Toby.
Debunked: a word used to cast a magic spell.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
Linda drifted into the study with a solemn expression on her face. “Let the theater begin!” thought old George.
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
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