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another excerpt from Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

Little Newt stirred.

While still half-snoozing, he put his black, painty hands to his mouth and chin, leaving black smears there. He rubbed his eyes and made black smears around them, too. 150 more words


from Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

When we joined the mainstream of mankind in the company street, a woman behind us wished Dr. Breed a merry Christmas. Dr. Breed turned to peer benignly into the sea of pale pies, and identified the greeter as one Miss Francine Pelko. 261 more words


Closed Until Fall

Come with me this evening
And I will take two links from your watch
Come to the front door
Drop  off sugar, peanut butter in a green coffee cup… 144 more words

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Ντεμπούτο της Denfeld στον ϰόσμο του μυϑιστοϱήματος, το έϱɣο αυτό τιμήϑηϰε με το ϐϱαϐείο ϰαλύτεϱου ƶένου μυϑιστοϱήματος στη Γαλλία (2014). 34 more words

Rocky Mountain Flower Guide and Unread Books

Angel is mine you gave her to me, didn’t you?
Only recently have I become to comprehend the truth
Of what he once said to me… 386 more words


No One Belongs Here More Than You (Miranda July)

I myself almost committed the same mistake. I did not pick up a copy of this book from the shelves of bookstores I had visited, thinking it would just be another so-so read. 957 more words


From Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman: the opening paragraphs from Chapter One

IT BEGINS, as most things begin, with a song.
In the beginning, after all, were the words, and they came with a tune. That was how the world was made, how the void was divided, how the lands and the stars and the dreams and the little gods and the animals, how all of them came into the world. 88 more words