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“In the hours waking,
when we're still all still,
and you can hear the floorboards creaking,
and you can feel the shades blow in,
the night we slept with,
we'll never kiss like that again.
Our lips, will sever,
our memories, will dissipate,
and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky.”
― Dave Matthes, The Kaleidoscope Syndrome: An Anthology

“She holstered her weapon, raising the hem of her skirts and stepping lightly around the dead bodies.”
― A.F. Stewart, Mechanized Masterpieces: a Steampunk 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

“I know what I am. I know that I've chosen to identify as a transgender woman, and that I am - by and large - happy with where I am in this world. I'm far from perfect, and I could give you a list as long as my arms of the things I'd love to change. Nevertheless, I am still here, and I am still me, and no one can change that without my permission.
-Gwendolyn Ann Smith, "We're All Someone's Freak”
― Kate Bornstein S. Bear Bergman

“Come over here and taste me,â€� he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

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Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me.
“Yes, sir?�
“Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.”
― Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship Through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories

“I’m so glad I put a hot, naked guy on my Christmas wish list. I just didn’t think Santa would actually deliver one.”
― Patricia W. Fischer, All I Want For Christmas Is A Soulmate

“Straddling him intimately, he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing the silk aside and caressing my pale, exposed skin. Even against his uniform, I can feel his hardness. His body feels taut and poised for action.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“From the short story (and anthology containing it) DONNY DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE :

Donny acted like he didn’t hear me. “You can’t send your mom off into eternity looking like that, Artie. She wouldn’t like it.� He reached into my mother’s casket, shoved his fingers into her mouth like it was the most logical thing in the world.

“Donny, you can’t --!�

“I’m just making her look right, Artie. It’s what she would want.� He tugged hard at my mom’s lips. I knew they were cold because I had kissed them a few moments earlier, and for a moment I felt convinced my friend had completely lost his mind. But when I looked inside Mom’s casket I knew Donny had done something only a best friend would think to do. My mother was smiling again. And she looked just the way I remembered her, the way I would always want to remember her. I got so choked up I couldn’t talk for a few minutes.

Finally I managed, “My mother always told me you could make her smile.”
― Ken Goldman, Donny Doesn't Live Here Anymore

“Follow those rats! They may lead us back to Muggins!”
― A.F. Stewart, Mechanized Masterpieces: a Steampunk Anthology

“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, Mechanized Masterpieces: a Steampunk Anthology

“There was magic in the air tonight, and something incredible was about to happen–Kelly just sensed it.”
― Tamara Ferguson, Magical Weddings: 15 Enchanting Romances

“He cupped her face and held her still, as he looked into her brown eyes; she was all flash and no bang. She talked big, but when it came down to it, she was a simple girl.”
― Elaine White, Clef Notes

“This was a great idea; he needed to go into tonight knowing that this was the last time he would ever be with Barry. He needed to savour it and enjoy it, to lock it tight in his memories, so that he would never forget how it felt to be with him.
This would be his final goodbye.

~ A Case of the Ex”
― Elaine White, Clef Notes

“When a zashiki warashi came to live with you, good fortune smiled upon the whole house.”
― Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship Through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories

“...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, Romantic Interludes

“From "Lady In Waiting" in the anthology The Morgue :

Now I have yet to meet the corpse could hold up its end of a conversation, so at most I might whistle while fixinâ€� one up ‘stead of engaginâ€� myself in any small talk that’s goinâ€� to be so one-sided anyways. But Cindy Flowersâ€� corpse weren’t no ordinary body when it walked upright, and it sure weren’t ordinary just because it was lyinâ€� before me in a pine wood box. So for the first time I felt the need to get a few things said to one of our visitors, and I leaned down to get myself real close to her face. Her eyes was closed ‘cause Pa had already sewed her lids shut.”
― Ken Goldman, The Morgue: An Anthology

“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 eavesdroppinâ€� in my day before the sheriff put a stop to that.â€� 

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 mindinâ€� your own business in Justice,â€� she added, refilling his cup. “You want some pie?â€� â€�”
― Ken Goldman, Fried!: Fast Food, Slow Deaths

“***CALL FOR SUBMISSION***
Not asking for any money, I'm asking you to do what you do best.
I am putting together a charity anthology where all the proceeds go to Women's Aid-Women's Aid is the key national charity working to end domestic violence against women and children. This is a cause dear to my and my family's heart.
So this is a CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS to any writer who wants to have a tale included in this book. I am not looking to do a book full of stories about domestic violence. I know the proceeds are going to Women's Aid, what I'm looking for is a broad spectrum of stories from different genre's. As it is for charity, this is a none paying gig. All proceeds will go to Women's Aid. I'm looking for tales of any genre up to 6000 words, and 2000 words minimum. Only stipulation, must include a strong female character at some point, even if she only makes a brief appearance. So if there are any of you fellow writers out there who want to get involved with this project want to be included message me for more details. Submissions open until 25th July
While you will not be paid for the story, you will be helping a most worthy cause, and will get more coverage for your name, free advertising is always good. Title to be confirmed at a later date.
Send your submission to [email protected]. Attach it as a word file, and neatly formatted 12 point roman text, line spacing exactly 12 point,”
― Andrew Scorah

“Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone.

-Along For The Ride-”
― Thomas Amo, Midnight Never Ends

“This will be the way I’ll be remembering you, Kel,â€� he whispered softly into her ear, “in this beautiful place, where all that I’m thinking about it how much I want you.”
― Tamara Ferguson, Magical Weddings: 15 Enchanting Romances

“On a far-flung parcel of government land situated somewhere in the vast reaches of parched American western desert sits an abandoned and long forgotten government facility known as Lost Cactus. That is what the shadowy agency ~ that operates there to this day ~ wants everyone from presidents on down to John Q. Public to believe.”
― John Hopkins, Lost Cactus: The First Treasury

“Shall I pour for you madam?â€� he asks.
It is an appropriate question and yet he makes it sound like a scorching proposal�
“Mmmm, please,� is all I manage in reply.
I watch him filling the crystal flutes one at a time. He is meticulous and seems to deliberately take a long time to complete the job. The room is silent � except, it seems, for the sounds of my excited breathing.
“Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?â€� he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly...”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“Whatever the story means in the story which I told you, the fact of thinking in terms of stories does not isolate human beings as something separate from the starfish and the sea anemones, the coconut palms and the primroses. Rather, if the world be connected, if I am at all fundamentally right in what I am saying, then thinking in terms of stories must be shared by all mind or minds, whether ours or those of red wood forests and sea anemones.

Credit Line: Vít Pokorný”
― Cameron Adams, Breaking Convention: Essays on Psychedelic Consciousness

“If, as Max Weber contended, science, modernity and rationalism have disenchanted the world and swept it clean of gods, spirits and magic (or, at least, problematised believing in them), then psychedelics offer a potential way out of the ensuing existential impasse. -Andy Letcher”
― Cameron Adams, Breaking Convention: Essays on Psychedelic Consciousness

“There is that sense that we have to all come together, the challenges have become so great for the human species that it's going to take all of us to find our way out. One of the ways to achieve this goal, of course, is to expand the freedom of religions so that those people who use psychedelics within their religious practise are able to do so. -Rick Doblin”
― Cameron Adams, Breaking Convention: Essays on Psychedelic Consciousness

“Writing keeps me sane.”
― Shelly Goodman Wright, Fiction Foundry Presents: ONE

“More powerful than drugs, than God or death or fear itself, are stories. With less instinct than any flatworm, we look for them to tell us what to do, how to behave, how we’re going to end up. There’re plenty of atheists in foxholes, but none without a personal mythology that gives them meaning. When life seems long and meaningless, stories make it short and exciting, make every accident into a test, into enemy action, into a Plot.”
― Cody Goodfellow