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“It doesn’t help. But it makes them happy that I drink. So I drink.” / from Bang and Blame by Michael Webb
“I see you at every weird party I go to” / at which I blinked, smiled. / from Greek Coffee by Ed Ruzicka
He’d been staying with a much older, and divorced, woman. She kicked him out after he punched a hole in her wall during an argument over some chipped chinaware. / from The Sánchez Family Tragedies Part V by Guilie Castillo Oriard
Amanda doesn’t have the fortitude / to reply. Yeah, right. For now. / from The Pompous Twit Wrote: by Karla Linn Merrifield
When we round my corner, the animal is still flashing. / The French women laugh loudly, point. “Oo la la! Exhibitionist! / from A Night with Cerberus, 1982 by Pegi Deitz O’Shea
Jane, who went to riding lessons every Saturday, said she had once seen a stallion ‘cover’ a mare, and he had used his teeth. / from Horseplay by Patience Mackarness
I don’t know what she said back but I responded / “To. Your. Room!” / from (Potato) Wrath by Shane Guthrie
We forget what water can do / until brought to our knees / from Beach Confession by Jan Chronister
Then she realises why. Of course. The perfect place to break it up. / from Circular Quay by Andrew Grenfell
After some minutes Victoria’s voice, softer, called him. The softness decided him despite his knowledge that when Victoria was being overly sweet a threat hung in the air. / from Victoria’s Bath by Larry Lefkowitz
“Are you asking for a subjective aesthetic evaluation, or a general assessment?” / from Waking the Devil by Salvatore DiFalco
screaming for help drowning / in a sea of schadenfreude / from The Incident by Matthew Horsfall
It was instead on closer look, a big fat greyish tongue, sweaty fresh, lying in the morning sun. / from The next thing that I saw by Piet Nieuwland
With your fine job title I felt you’d be the writing standard setter / from Dear Editor by Carl ‘Papa’ Palmer
“Such a cliché. Everything Eddie has ever done has been done a thousand times before.” / from Without Compass by Cynthia Leslie-Bole
Speak in words of entropy, / Hydroxy, bleeding, entropy / In moments, doldrum colour: / from Lo-Fiction by Judah Eli Cricelli
What Nietzsche didn’t notice / was the infinite number of differences among these inveterate sluggers / from Eternal Recurrence and So On and So Forth by Michaeleen Kelly
“There’s a lot of that nowadays. They don’t do books. Prefer their PlayStations.” Brenda clicks her tongue. “Not like our day.” / from H-O-M-E by Alex Reece Abbott
But this was going to be a long journey, and any seat was better than sitting on the floor or standing in the corridors. / from Personal Column by Grahame Maclean
The Tuesday train came down the hill fast, slicing through the dense morning fog like a knife cutting the curd. / from The Tuesday Train by Peter Michal
The seven little twerps use every prank in their arsenal in an attempt to rattle Maria and send her back to the Abbey a quivering mess. / from How do you solve a problem like the patriarchy by Flora Gaugg
a joyful expanding life / ultimately became a battlefield / from Lip Service by Marsha Mittman
I checked in with Eloise. She seemed snappish this morning like she’d stayed up late watching TV. / from Sub by Elaine Barnard
“Because you decided to order pizza rather than cook / dinner,” he said chortling at my question / from Unwelcome Visitor by Rick Blum
Lack of self-control, beyond any genetic factors, leads to porcine practices. And that fat leads to diabetes. / from New Delights Every Day by Jeffrey Weisman
The tape was grey, the same grey as his eyes. He watched me. I cut a piece of tape with the knife. / from The Way People Do When They’re Falling Asleep by Nod Ghosh
Then an inner voice yelled, / ‘Do it now! / Don’t put it off till after lunch.’ / from Chain Saw Massacre by Martin Christmas
Like a spoilt child / she is throwing tantrums / tossing bins around the yard / from Nature’s Cycle by Colleen Moyne
At night he hears them knock against siding, / kamikaze windows, and plunk the gutters. / from Leavenworth Penitentiary by Jemshed Khan
Concerned by the brutal death stares and possible presence of damning CCTV, I grab something pink and flee for the nearest aisle. / from Hell Hath No Fury Like the Hangry / by Jo Hocking
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