This is from one of my newer ideas.
Of all the mistakes mankind had made, this one was the worst.
Of all the mistakes mankind had made, this one was the worst.
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Each one fell from my body like a snowflake, thought Eddie, surveying the pile of dead skin cells that spanned his five-decade collection.
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Hey, Thing...eating dead skin cells is what dust mites are for. If it wasn't for them we'd have been miles deep in dead skin cells centuries ago.
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Chelsea Quinn Yarbro nailed this to the wall so hard in "Disturb Not My Slumbering Fair," I've simply never been able to do better; it's the line that haunts my every effort, because I despair of ever reaching this level:
It was Thursday when Deidre left her grave.
It was Thursday when Deidre left her grave.
"Our world is ending" was what the paper read...If only I had understood what they were telling me, but the cancer had already spilled into to our world as well.
They came to our planet to rut.
<Sorry, couldn't resist>
Mars doesn't need women, but the Martians sure do like ours.
<Agggghhhhh! I didn't write that, honest>
First goddamn week a' winter...
<OKay, I'll stop now>
<Sorry, couldn't resist>
Mars doesn't need women, but the Martians sure do like ours.
<Agggghhhhh! I didn't write that, honest>
First goddamn week a' winter...
<OKay, I'll stop now>
In the corner, one shadow separated from the others and crawled toward me; shimmying across the floor inch by inch, floorboard by floorboard, ever reaching, ever hungry for the one thing I had to give.
Reggie knew that if he didn't use the weekend to stock up, he'd never have enough pickled thumbs for the psycho killer potluck dinner.
That the walls were bleeding didn't bother him, it's when they started oozing limbs that he worried.
How odd, Sara thought, the vultures perched high on the limbs of the dead tree like strange fruit, were all looking down at her.
In the shadow of an old barn I found them...hundreds upon hundreds playing their soft hollowed songs in the wind...those dangling bleached bones of stolen children.
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