What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of goodbye. – Salinger; Catcher in the Rye The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. – Milton; Paradise Lost Words shrink things that seem limitless. – Stephen King; The Body After all peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God. Vonnegut; Cat’s Cradle Ladies and gentlemen of the jury… look at this tangle of thorns. Nobokov; Lolity
What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of goodbye. – Salinger; Catcher in the Rye
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. – Milton; Paradise Lost
Words shrink things that seem limitless. – Stephen King; The Body
After all peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God. Vonnegut; Cat’s Cradle
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury… look at this tangle of thorns. Nobokov; Lolity
Sorry, that’s supposed to say “Lolita”.
Ooh, I love how you used those allusions in the story, it’s great!
Ah! I love the Vonnegut! Well-done.
Great job.
Very dark and cerebral take on the challenge. Nicely done.
Great imagery. Surprise! You didn’t expect to see another comment on an old ficlet, did you?
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