“It’s good! It’s good! It’s good! Everything’s good. It is just good!” Danny had convinced himself that this bit of mocking sing-song was fit for all purposes.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
Is reality still?
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Anne no longer liked the color red. And she was intent on telling all of her friends.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“Wanting to be admired is admirable. I believe that, Debbie. For the life of me, I just do believe it.”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
Aye their oar.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Eye their ore.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
She heard the footfalls, and looked up suddenly. But she wasn’t afraid. She seemed genuinely curious about who was approaching her in the darkness.
Bertram Worcester, The Smiling Killer.
“She went out the window,” whispered Thomas, not quite believing his own words. “Straight out. I mean all the way out.”
Virgil Simms, The Case of the Frivolous Factotum.
“I see it, Eleanor. I see it quite clearly. But I do not believe it. Not in the least.”
Will Hewes, Little To Do.
We will know that the tide has turned when Winston Smith is regarded as the bad guy.
Hilbert Kaasa, The Fabian Way.
