#anthology

There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love. ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#spoon-river-anthology #love

On the Writing Process: "When in doubt, take it out., ↗

— Barbara DaCosta

#children-s-books #mystery #picture-books #short-stories #writing-advice

I have got an anthology album out. The American version has got the same mixes but the European version, I remixed them in the studio and added a couple of things that I have always wanted to add. ↗

— John Entwistle

#added #album #always #american #anthology

I felt old. Again. It had been happening a lot lately. I did not live the life of an old lady, but I could hear it beckoning to me, like a mermaid on a rock." — Michelle Tea, "Paris: A Lie" from the anthology Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache ↗

— Clint Catalyst and MIchelle Tea

#anthology #clint-catalyst #editors #experimental #first-person-narrative

From "Lunchtime At The Justice Cafe" : The waitress snarled a grin that lasted just long enough to show a mouthful of stained yellowed teeth, then turned suddenly serious. “‘Course I’m not the one to talk about these folks, I ‘spose. You see, I used to do a bit of eavesdroppin’ in my day before the sheriff put a stop to that.” 

She lifted the stringy blond hair from the side of her face, the opposite side from where she had hidden her pencil. There was a small hole about the size of a quarter where her ear should have been. “As you can see, Mr. McAllister, Sheriff Sweet puts a fairly high price on mindin’ your own business in Justice,” she added, refilling his cup. “You want some pie?” 


— Ken Goldman

#fried-food #goldman #horror #business

When a zashiki warashi came to live with you, good fortune smiled upon the whole house. ↗

— Holly Thompson

#japan #teens #friendship

One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. ↗

— Holly Thompson

#ghosts #japan #teens #friendship

Life is a system of recurrent pairs, the poison and the antidote being eternally packaged together by some considerate heavenly druggist. ↗

— Mary McCarthy

#life

As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume. ↗

— A.F. Stewart

#anthology #classic-literature #mechanical #science-fiction #steampunk

...he couldn't help but wonder what Hannah might have looked like if...he'd answered that question April had asked him years ago. ↗

— Sandi Layne

#inspirational-romance #usmc #inspirational