An Opening Among God’s Editors
An editor at Saint Cyriac’s Illuminated College has suffered a nasty accident with a typewriter. They have an unexpected opening. The college that is, not the editor.
I love such writing, short and directly on-point, with no further context needed to enjoy it. Would we share more examples here?
Freely given
You are full to bursting of yourself. Like someone with a citrus tree in their garden – in summer, there is too much to use or even sell; it must be given away, or left to rot.
A Chat, but no tea
[..] Did you know that one drop in a barrel of water can kill a tiger? Don’t ask me how I know that."
The fellow glances under the laboratory tables. Finding no eavesdropping tigers, he continues.
Justice must be done! After your clothes have dried.
Owning a newspaper has its perks. For example, you can literally edit the narrative of world events to insert The Newt. A palatable mixture of fact and ‘fact’ is key.
Why break down a door when somebody can turn a handle?
Fabergé sausages
[..] Finding yourself out in it is akin to trying to walk through a hot, wet blanket. One that has recently been used to dry a hot, wet dog.
Your novel is a huge success at Court. There’s very little that they like better than stories about rock-jawed British manhood knocking villainous continentals about in the name of the Empire.
Some things don’t change, even if the empire falls.