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Inside, a piece of him cracked; it was as though an emotion that had calcified into bone got tapped with a tiny hammer and splintered straight through.
Snap. Ka-chunk. That's how I spell the sound of a doorknob turning.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
The space between the next two buildings was crowded with four torn bodies, limbs shredded from torsos, intestines strewn like party streamers. Suddenly one of the torsos jerked into the darkened alley beyond, dragged by something hidden in shadow.
Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said.
Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?"
"I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs," said Katsa indignantly.
Sits bits unhitch!
twisted her words into
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed.
"Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.
A cut. That's what I felt. Words can cut, slice, like a razor.
Cricket glanced down when she saw a cookie slide under the wall. She plucked the cookie from the ground and bit into it, dirt and all. It was so disgusting, her eyes watered, but she was starving, so she choked it down.
Sip, don't gulp.
we steady thud of wind with lungs that empty moon, fill it back up with shine, feed my feet to pig iron anklets biting flesh where i am link. i will break. bleed, crack. shatter. crush.
i'ma smash outta this choir, come up gasping new breath, my name burned clean, made mine
Will set his fork down and began cheerfully, in the manner of Edward Lear's Book of Nonsense:
"There was once a lass from New York
Who found herself hungry in York.
But the bread was like rocks
The parsnips shaped like -"
Are you alright?"
"No, I bumped my head." Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway.
"What did I bang it on?" I demanded ungrammatically.
"My head." he said, rather grumpily, I thought.
It takes a pillage.
What gets left of a man amounts to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech
charmed the words out of
Atomize and refigure the word.
i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
Steak on the plate went up. Steak on the hoof went down.
Oh," I said. I felt like I'd just swallowed a boot: sick and lumpy. "Are you okay?" the blond kid asked me. "You look like you just swallowed a boot.
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
She sugared and milked
When he spoke, his words seared through the air like so many knives, clipped as topiary, crisp as biscuits.
Shaken and not stirred.
An axe struck him in the head. Pain screamed through him as shards of bone from his own skull drove into his brain.
"Bastard" he snarled as he wheeled around to his attacker, a burly Ramreel with a black snout and glowing red eyes. "You fucked up my Mohawk.
The pickup bumped heavily over the worn and stony footpath. The up-down motion made Cliff belch. He hit the break and came to a full stop in order to take a pull from the bottle. This was one time he couldn't drink while driving.
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
A mouthful shard is a mouthful halved, I think. But, if he doesn't then she wouldn't worry herself on that score any longer. Because why should she do something for him, that he would not willingly do back to her? - Lady H
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
This isn't like peanut butter. You can't just add nuts and make me chunky.
sliced into ¼-inch pieces 1 carrot,
Never had she come so hard that she'd been left a noodle. Al dente, she thought.
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
When we were locked and loaded, he led the way and we jogged in silence.
Actually, I jogged in silence, my feet and movements soundless. Greg jogged like a large man who used to be a Marine.
Crunch.
Crash.
Smash.
Snap.
Crack.
Amateur.
He made a noise like a pig swallowing half a cabbage,
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.
Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.
Byron clapped Walter on the back. 'Good work,' he said.
Walter shook his head. 'You're the one who clocked her with the Stephen King hardcover. That took some of the wind out of her.'
'Thank heavens he's a wordy man,' said Byron.
She'd thrown something at the mirror, and then the mirror broke into a thousand pieces and she knew that wasn't all; she was breaking into a thousand pieces, too.
As a week. She's been spanked with a spatula, slapped across
A quick puke, two rails of blow and she was solid.
It sheared off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. It was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it.
Wide gape the gates of yellowed bone. A tongue of plank is our path between the teeth as we walk toward the gullet. Here I will be devoured. This is a true thing, near unavoidable on any path. I must enter those jaws.
Savor, don't gorge.
Crack. Pause. Crack. Pause. Then the long scream as the
Straw met camel's back. Breaking commenced.
shorn their heads
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Once I had it free, I gobbled the sandwich like a nature-film otter cracking an oyster on its stomach: knees up in the wiring under the dashboard, my elbows jammed against the steering wheel, my chest serving as a table, my shirt as a tablecloth.
There were times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.
I tried to make each half sandwich last for three full bites, though I could easily have popped them into my mouth whole.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,
blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."
It was six of a half and one dozen of the other.
We split a bottle of Norman cider. Not everybody sells Norman cider by the bottle.
"Has a European feel" Susan said.
"That sounds terrific" I said. "Can I have one?"
Susan grinned at me. "How did you ever get to be so big without growing up?" she said.
"Iron self-control" I said.
Now there were plenty of words to describe the kind of rippling muscle perfection that greeted me. Jacked. Ripped. Built. Drool-worthy. Man candy. God damn! But the most appropriate seemed to be: holy fucking shit.
Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.
Fell." Maddox was cold and wet, and had been only vaguely aware of Ben dragging him through the jungle. Bumpy. Ben pleading. Ben's lips ghosting over his skin. "From
was being plundered
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
Aaah, 'at's be'er,' said Ron, with his mouth full of mashed potato.
There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off the walls in every direction.
Do you even know what hammerd means?" I asked.
"Something to do with drinking your American beer out of a hole in the side of a can?"
Dave reached over and slapped him on the shin. "Close enough.
Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.
The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.
You done a number on him, Colt. He needs a doctor, or he ain't gonna make it." "He tried to rape her, Split. Then he punched her." "To be fair," Nell puts in, "he only punched me after I put a knife to his throat." Split coughs a laugh. "You what? Girl, you crazy.
How about Oversized Dickhead?"
He shrugged. "Didn't hear you complaining about my oversized - "
She shot to her feet, jostling the table. "Can I speak with you in private?"
"You need it right now?" He feigned exasperation. "We're in the middle of dinner, woman. You're insatiable.
Stirred with passion, laced with fun, spiked with laughter & served with a smile. On the road. No sugar, no milk. Horn OK Please. Buy my books or may the wrath of a thousand locusts infest your underpants *Smack!!*
Stirred with passion, steamed with love, laced with humor and served with a smile. On the road. No sugar. No milk. Horn OK Please *Smack!!*
Wait a minute while I think," said Miss Peavey.
There was a pause. Miss Peavey sat with knit brows.
"How would it be ... " ventured Mr. Cootes.
"Cheese it!" said Miss Peavey.
Mr. Cootes cheesed it.
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
Not hungry,' Case managed. His brain was deep-fried. No, he decided, it had been thrown into hot fat and left there, and the fat had cooled, a thick dull grease congealing on the wrinkled lobes, shot through with greenish-purple flashes of pain. 'You
Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.
A blast of whooshing pleasure swept through me and I fell over the other side, into sweet currents of relaxing little judders. The gentleman pulled away and I lay there still sprawled and used. I didn't care. I'd been indoctrinated in the ways of the flesh and my exposure to it was like a drug.
Bismillah." Then he picked up his fork. "That's it?" Hollis wondered. "That's it. We are a terse people. Terse, and also hungry.
I could get no further. There was a boulder lodged in my throat. My heart surged pitifully. I knew what the boulder was; that it was a word; and that behind that word I would find my earliest emotions. Emotions that had frightened me insane.
Now, half an hour later, adrenaline thrust him into overdrive. Storms of shale and spall burst from the ground. Ropes of sweat braided his skin. He swung again and again. The heavy pick shattered earth. Digby was in a rhythm, a digging trance, that rare state of archaeological
My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.
I have been cut in two.Cut-- Anne Sexton
I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.'
Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.
Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He had been lying in a pool of his own vomit. At least, he hoped it was his own.
We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.
But my story isn't about being shattered.
It's about surviving the pieces.
Rough as a badger's arse
watermelon cut in half and it was
sometimes stood up and speared, and
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
I want my lobster in bite-sized pieces! How dare you make me chew more than thrice?
A half mile down the hillside, he could see Warren's pickup stop in a cloud of dust. Hud watched Dana get out. She was still beautiful. Still prickly as a porcupine. Still strong and determined. Still wishing him dead.
He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.
A cough so robust that I tapped into two new seams of phlegm.
hefted the pickaxe and attacked the three-inch-thick layer of gray-white ice. Frozen chips and droplets of water speckled his face as he swung the chopping tool. He pushed and scooted the bigger chunks to the edge of the trough with the pickaxe, then gritted his
Her words, her jumbled, mad thoughts tamed or simply broken, made language, and she took another drag off the Lucky, exhaled, and read the last sentence aloud.
In the evening of that day, after completing my preparations, I supped on the remaining portions of the sloth, not suitable for preservation, roasting bits of fat on the coals and boiling the head and bones into a broth; and after swallowing the liquid I crunched the bones and sucked the marrow ...
You can't hold it in forever," Colton said, apropos of nothing. "Yes, I can." I had to. "You'll go crazy. It'll come out, one way or another." "Better crazy than broken." I wasn't sure where that came from, hadn't thought it or meant to say it. "You're not broken. You're hurting.
Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.
He sounded like a man with a mouthful of marbles, articulating his goatbone underjaw laboriously, the original one having been shot away.
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by.