And there was nothing quite like the surprise attack of a snarling black bear, even one missing all forty-two teeth, to urge someone back to work. Waking up with several hundred mud-encrusted, reeking pounds on top of you — your neck suffering a hickey of epic proportions — just pushed the limits on what was tolerable.
Cole AlpaughStichwörter: circus bear literary-fiction
Gracie leaned out the back, craning her neck as far as she could around the side, trying to catch the wind in her nose and flapping lips. She loved driving, and this car was much faster than the truck which hauled her cage. It was very green here, and the sun flashed and flickered behind the tall trees. There were a million smells along this road, both old and just born. She closed her eyes and huffed, pretending she was flying.
Cole AlpaughStichwörter: driving circus bear literary-fiction
There's something in your eyes that scares me,"
Max whispired, looking through the window.
Landon took her face into his hand and made her look into his eyes "What?" he asked. "What do you see?"
"Fear," she answered plainly. "I see fear
Stichwörter: love literary-fiction the-wanderer shawn-maravel
Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.
Bernie McgillStichwörter: passion historical-fiction secret irish ireland mother gothic victorian literary-fiction
All I want is to sleep--to dream. Life is better in dreams.
Christina WestoverStichwörter: sleep dreams san-francisco women-s-fiction literary-fiction christina-westover poisoning-sylvie literary-quotes
Write from Beyond what you know. From the authority of your senses." -author of Meditations in Green
Steven WrightStichwörter: literary-fiction
Beautiful day out there,” I said, perching on the stool and crossing my legs. “It’s autumn, Sunday, great weather, and crowded everywhere you go. Relaxing indoors like this is the best thing you can do on such a nice day. It’s exhausting to get into those crowds. And the air is bad. I mostly do laundry on Sundays—wash the stuff in the morning, hang it out on the roof of my dorm, take it in before the sun goes down, do a good job of ironing it. I don’t mind ironing at all. There’s a special satisfaction in making wrinkled things smooth. And I’m pretty good at it, too. Of course, I was lousy at it at first. I put creases in everything. After a month of practice, though, I knew what I was doing. So Sunday is my day for laundry and ironing. I couldn’t do it today, of course. Too bad: wasted a perfect laundry day.
Haruki MurakamiStichwörter: young-adult autobiographical literary-fiction
Life if curious when reduced to its essentials
Jean RhysStichwörter: classics literary-fiction
That's the trouble with innocents. They aren't innocent of doing, just of knowing what they're doing.
Jack ButlerStichwörter: southern literary-fiction
If loving the written word is wrong...I don't want to be right!
Junnita JacksonStichwörter: biography literary-fiction junnita-jackson
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