Then there is "At the Mountains of Madness" by H.P. Lovecraft for a fictional account of an Antarctic expedition.
Across the table our eyes meet
Hands out of reach
A band playing
Tommy Dorsey rhythms and
Glenn Miller melodies.
I stand and step to your side
My hand held out
In silent invitation.
You rise into my arms
and together we move across the crowded floor
You rest your head on my shoulder
I pull you close and
as the song softly dies
My jacket retains the scent of your hair
Your gown the warmth of my embrace
It disturbed her how easy it was to murder a man.
While Jane tried to comfort the children, i stared out the window at the clouds reflecting the flashes of light from the cannons bombarding Fort Sumter.
On the morning of the day that the sun didn't rise, i awoke and found myself alone.
Frank Frazetta. Or maybe Jack "King" Kirby.
It reminded me more of "Battle Royale."
I keep having this dream. I’m outside, looking up, watching the stars vanish. There’s sound. It hurts to hear it. The ground opens. I look…down. I hear something… climbing? I lean forward to see. And I claw at my eyes and scream. Then I awake, to a black, starless sky.
Juliette stood naked under the autumn stars, sacrificial blood drying on her body. Her hair was again raven hued and full, her skin once more firm and smooth. She opened her arms to the breeze, knowing she would be content, if only she could forget the screams of the children.
The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
by Anne Rice before she discovered vampires.
Since i love to be pedantic, i have to point out that a single data point is a datum. However, I will admit that the battle (my personal battle, that is) over "data are" versus "data is" may be already lost. Just like "It's on the agenda" versus "It's on the agendum." Well, ok, an item may be on more than one agendum, so the first example can be correct, but i hope you get my point.
And what irks me the most about "data is"/"data are"? It's mostly people in IT that don't know which is correct.
Add another vote for audio books.
I'm cringing just typing it.
"the data is" instead of "the data are." It's like saying "The children is home."
"The Shunned House" is available on Project Gutenberg
In my office,a troubled dame.Took the case,followed leads,took beatings.Then,on the street,I told her the answer,held her in my arms until cops took her away.
Born in '12,at 16 Jim doctored in evniro sci.At 25,a politician,no bills of his passed.At 45,when the Rain came,he watched,from his glass shelter,steel dissolving.
Sue held Jim in his unform.His squad got on the plane.War raged.Sue got the visit,grieved,remarried.She held Bob.His squad got on the plane.War raged.
Grammy Dee,smell the tulips!Sue pulled Dee to the tulips.She knelt,sniffed,looked up.Saw her Mom,Dad,oh god,Jason!She rose on young legs,ran to them
In my office,a troubled dame.Took the case,followed leads,took beatings.Then,on the street,I told her the answer,held her in my arms until the cops took away.
Neuromancer by William Gibson. I keep telling myself that I'll read it next, then i come across another zombie novel, or Scott Sigler writes a new book, or I remember an old classic that I want to read or reread, or...
Barsoom. If i could just find that cave in Arizona.
It was a plesure to burn. (Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury)
The espresso machine behind my shoulder hissed like an angry snake. (The Pale Horse, Agatha Christie)
“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.” (The Big Sleep, Raymond Chandler)
He woke, and remembered dying. (from The Stone Canal by Ken MacLeod)
It was a cold, bright day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen
She came and went and I was glad.
And so, with pomp and circumstance befit,
doth Will and Kate their vows commit.
In sight both plain and gentle done,
in happy state become as one.
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come
From "The Celebration of the Lizard" by Jim Morrison
Also from Kubla Khan:
It was a miracle of rare device;
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice.
Oh, I forgot. The Necronomicon by Abdul AlHazred
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell.
I heard mine a long time ago, though the first line was originally less politically correct.
A gay man I knew in Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room.
They stayed up all night
Arguing who had the right
To do what and with which and to whom.
"The stuff that dreams are made of." Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon.
"It's the things that people know about themselves inside that makes them afraid." The Stranger (Clint Eastwood) in High Plains Drifter.
"I say that's bold talk for a one-eyed fat man." Lucky Ned Pepper (Robert Duvall) in True Grit.
"Khaaaaaan!" Captain James T. Kirk (William Shatner) in Star Trek II, The Wrath of Khan.
Fluke (1977) by James Herbert. A man, reincarnated as a dog, remembers his past life. Not your usual Herbert novel; no ghosts, no monsters, no horror. Just a dog coming to terms with having once been a man.
Maybe some French translations of American books?
Oops, Looks like I could read the instructions doesn't it?
Just after sunset
fingers caressing soft skin
while the night is young
High school english class
Two rows up, one seat over
Damn, what was her name?
Daily Lit, the perfect fit !
I third Zaphod.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face— for ever.
The original Dune series. I've made through "Dune" and "Dune Messiah" twice but have never been able to stay with "Children of Dune".
Hmm, In college I read the assigned "The Child Buyer" by John Hersey. What I took away from that book was that people would do more for material goods than they would do for money. Also, "The Prime of Miss Jean Brody". What I remember most from that was that the professor teaching the course apologized to our class for making us read it.
There is a prequel to the Tripods trilogy called "When the Tripods Came".
Ah yes, Gully Foyle. Good one, morbius.
1. King Rat (novel by James Clavel)
Planet of the Apes (novel by Pierre Boulle)
All Quiet on the Western Front (novel by Erich Maria Remarque)
2. Planet of the Apes (1968 version only)
What book(s) have you read after first seeing the movie adaptation(s)?
What book have you read that you thought the movie adaptation improved on or was better?
And Dave Robicheaux by James Lee Burke and Kay Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell. I would love to see a cross-over novel with these two characters.
How could I forget: Mike Hammer by Mickey Spillane.
Ditto on "Conan the Barbarian"
James Bond (Fleming novels only)
Aloysius X. L. Pendergast (in several novels by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child)
How about we dress up like Han Solo and Princess Leia and go to ComicCon?
For "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" I'd sell scale models of a Vincent Black Shadow ("It'll outrun the F-111 until takeoff") that would play "White Rabbit" when you pressed the seat.
The Forever War - Joe Haldeman
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway
All Quiet on the Western Front - Erich Maria Remarque
Beyond the Black River - Robert E. Howard
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.
Star Wars 4: A New Hope
You can't tell which way the train went by looking at its tracks.
I use this almost daily.
trudimc: I guess I need to get out more. This is the first I've heard of "Up Till Now." I have read Shatner's "Star Trek Memories" and "Star Trek Movie Memories" though.
The only autobiography I have read is "Jay J. Armes, Investigator". It's a pretty interesting story of a kid who lost both his hands at the age of 12 yet grew up to be "the most successful private investigator." He rescued Marlon Brando's son from kidnappers in 1972 and is still in business today
Bill Murray as Barney Hendrickson in The Technicolor Time Machine by Harry Harrison. I've read this book three times over the years and it's about time for another go 'round.
Other than retire, ride a bicycle from Spartanburg to Edisto.
"It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression "As pretty as an airport.""
-Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
We use Twitter instead of letters. Love bytes.
We met in the comic book shop where we both wanted the last Watchman trade paperback. We decided to share it. And now we share everything.
Needs remaking: The Running Man - O. M. G. The worst Stephen King adaptation, and that's saying a lot. Bears almost no resemblance to the book. Ok, there's a reality game in both that's "do or die", but that's it. Not Arnold's finest moment.
Perfect just as they are: The Dead Zone (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085407/). Maybe the best Stephen King adaptation. As good as the book.
The Call of Cthulhu (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478988/), the 2005 black and white, silent film, based on the story of the same name, made by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. No other TCoC movie ever need be made. Netflix has it but it's hard to find otherwise.
Where Eagles Dare (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0065207/) Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood in the same movie. How could that be improved on? As good as the book. Maybe better.
I started the audio book version of Ulysses but had to give up. It's not a book to listen to while driving. I may try again with the ebook edition.
H. P. Lovecraft.
One thing though, I've listened to a lot of audio books and I have to say that, with very few exceptions, most of the authors I've listened to do a terrible job of reading their material. Examples: Stephen King and Issac Asimov. The main exception, Harlan Ellison, does a great job.
Oh yeah, 4. The ability to edit your posts within say a 15 minute window of the post.
Like most:: The contests.
Improvements: 1. Threaded comments in the forums.
2. A "Thumbs up, thumbs down" scoring mechanism for contest posts (not visible to the judges).
3. The ability to vary the length of the daily excerpts.
Dejah Thoris from A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Ok, I'm a geek, what can I say?
I stomped the accelerator and steered for the oak by the road. A pale hand touched mine and guided the car back onto the road. I stopped the car, shaking and crying. I knew then that a higher power was guiding me. I drove toward home to kill my husband.
Under the Dome by Stephen King.
Hard to put down. One of the most fast paced books by Mr. King in quite a while.
I recommend HPL's short fiction over his longer works. I'm reading At the Mountains of Madness at the moment (can't believe I never read it before now) and it's kinda slow going.
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!
I stumbled out of the alley, my left arm dripping blood. I staggered, hit the light post. My hat splashed into the gutter.
A heap pulled alongside. I heard a door open, a woman’s voice.
“James, oh God!”
I slid to the sidewalk. My guardian angel ran to my side.
I lay in a pool of my own blood under the Mid-Eastern sun. Through a red haze I saw a beautiful woman extending her hand.
“Your time here is done,” she said. “Help us fight our war now.”
“Who,” I gasped. “ are you?”
“Just call me Luci.” She said.
I lay in a pool of my own blood under the Mid-Eastern sun. Through a red haze I a beautiful woman extending her hand.
“Your time here is done,” she said. “Help us fight our war now.”
“Who,” I gasped. “ are you?”
“My friends call me Luci.” She said.
“Drink!” He shouted. “Drink, my children.”
His followers drank. Some willingly, some out of fear.
As Jones swallowed his drink, a darkness seeped from his body and took solid form. With his last thoughts, he wondered where he was, how he got there. Above him, the Angel of Death smiled.
"Fqwwl y'engmm, mglwfftg mowll *" Cthulhu said to the Queen as the clock on the royal mantel struck 5 o'clock.
Translation: Pardon me your Majesty, but I must make a quick call.
"Are you alright Mr. Lovecraft?" the Queen asked after Howard began shaking upon hearing her description of stars' strange configuration of the previous night.
"Jeet yet?" Jeff Foxworthy asked the queen as she stared at him in complete incomprehension.
As she gazed appreciatively at the mighty chest of Conan the Cimmerian the queen decided that, yes, he was right, tea was fit only for dandified Stygian wizards.
My favorite expression, I use it all the time:
You can't tell which way the train went by looking at its tracks.
Oops. Forgot about the one sentence rule.
I knew the dame was something special when, from the window of my office, I saw her show up in an open top horse drawn carridge escorted by some moke in an overdecorated military uniform that wouldn't have looked out of place flagging down cabs outside the Ritz. It was four in the afternoon and I was ready to knock off for the day, but the broad had said she wanted to discuss a job over tea in my office.
The door to the inner office opened and my secretary followed the doll and her doorman in. The doorman said "This is Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the Second."
Yeah, and I'm Pius the Twelth, I thought. Aloud I said with a sigh, "Ok Liz, pull up a chair and tell me what the Hammer Investigative Agency can do for you."
"Lodestar, Rocketship to Mars", by Franklyn M. Branley, which I read in elementary school. It wasn't the first book I read but it's the one I have the fondest memories of from back then.
The Shining and Salem's Lot. The only books that ever gave me the creeps.
Driving at Night with the Top Down
Just read 18.9. Enjoyed it up until the ending. Sounds like the protagonist rediscovered the William Castle Sound of Horror. (pun intended)
Cresswga: Much better. There are sequels but I haven't read them.
Sherlock Holmes when I was younger, The Shadow later, Micky Spillaine later.still. Now, The Mentalist.
This isn't from a book, but in the movie "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" the villian sends a fleet of flying skyscraper sized robots into the city to steal a generator. Now, if I had the industrial capacity to build flying skyscraper sized robots, why wouldn't I use some of that capacity to build my own frackin' generator?
The Dracula Tape by Fred Saberhagen. Dracula's rebuttal to his story as told by Bram Stoker.
In from the Rain and the Dark
I looked up through the rain as the heap pulled up to the curb. The passenger door swung open.
“James.” Susan’s voice. “Randall told me where to find you.”
I looked at her blankly.
“James, it’s over.”
I slid in, closed the door.
“Us?” I asked.
“Just beginning.” She replied.
Circle of Death
I sat on the steps of the brownstone, the rain dripping from the rim of my hat. The cops would be here soon but that was just a technicality. I’d found the killer, delivered justice and vengeance. I’d loved her and I’d killed her. It always ends the same.
The Big Pay Off
The Boss flicked the ash of his smoke into an ashtray that looked suspiciously like a skull fragment.
"Want the job?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "Already got a job."
He raised an eyebrow questioningly
I pulled my piece, shot him through the heart.
The ashtray made a nice souvenir.
Susan - Thanks.
On that list it's a toss up between Catch-22 and Slaughterhouse Five.
Is David Wellington writing these stories just for the 30 Stories in 30 Days event (kinda like those stunts Harlan Ellison used to do)?
Moengey - Same here.
Empress - Be sure to avoid his longer works. They make the stories so far look like bedtime stories for toddlers.
3? I've only seen 2 so far. But I have enjoyed them both.
Guns of the South by Harry Turtledove. White South Africans from the future deliver AK-47s to the Confederate Army. One of the best War Between the States alternate histories around.
The Technicolor Time Machine by Harry Harrison. A desperate director and his film crew
go back in time to film "Viking Columbus". Hilarity ensues.
A Feast Unknown by Phillip Jose Farmer. Analogues of Tarzan and Doc Savage fight
it out for the secret of immortality while surrounded by violent death.
Killer by Karl Edward Wagner. A vicious space lizard loose in Imperial Rome is
hunted by a Roman trapper and, in disguise and unknown to the Roman, the alien
pit beast trafficker that lost it.
Once again, need to be able to edit posts to delete "book are you" from above post.
What book can you not believe was written by the author? My answer: "Planet of the Apes" by Pierre Boulle.
When I was in the eleventh grade back in 1968-69 my English teacher mentioned a book that was all the rage on college campuses. She said it was about elves, dwarves, something called a hobbit and a magic ring. I tracked down the Fellowship of the Ring at the library and have been a Tolkien fan ever since.
Slapstick by Kurt Vonnegut. I was a die-hard Vonnegut fan until this book. I gave it up and never picked up another of his books.
Above "Vengence" = "Vengeance" (damn spell checkers)
The Hunters' Vengence
The dead girl’s face was a pale jigsaw puzzle. The cops stopped milling around the scene when they noticed me standing at the mouth of the alley, my fists jammed into the pockets of my overcoat. I knew why she was here. And now, that was why I was here.
Blood Stained Memories
The door was solid oak and easily supported me as I slouched against it, my hands still tingling with renewed circulation. Benny and the dame were moaning in the room behind me. They had known more than they let on. Too bad they had to repeat it so many times.
The Answer to all Questions
“What’s this all about?” I said through bloody lips as I strained against my bonds.
“Beats me,” she replied wistfully. “Benny will be here soon.”
She caressed the strap of the blackjack like it was a Cartier bracelet.
“He doesn’t know either,” she continued. “Just wants in on the fun.”
Dark Alley Rendezvous
I leaned against the alley wall, just outside the cone of light from the street lamp. The rain soaked through the seams of my trench coat and the cold had seeped through the wet leather of my shoes. But Shelby always came this way, and a harsher cold awaited him.
The, the, the, the. Really wish you could edit your posts.
The Dame in the Shadows
I had taken the bum low and dirty, heard him curse and felt his ribs crack. But then there was an explosion of pain in my head. I awoke slowly and noticed this dame, a real looker but for the expression on her face as she toyed with a sap.
Don't Count Your Corpses
From the floor, I looked at the gumshoe as I bled. He turned as the cops crashed in, giving me a chance to pull the .25 from my blouse and aim shakily at him. A uniform shouted and pointed, the PI spun around as I fired. Then darkness claimed me.
Death Leads Out
The dame lay bleeding at my feet. The combat .45 was hot in my hand hanging by my side. The smell of cordite and blood was heavy in the room. The crackling sound of a phonograph needle trapped in the terminal groove of a worn-out record was the only sound.
The Stuff that Nightmares are Made Of.
The knife was like the others, solid gold, ornately carved, bloody. It lay on the victim’s desk beside a black stone figure, bulbous head, tentacles, wings, also covered in blood.
“What the fuck is going on?” Chambers said.
Elena, from the university anthropology department, replied.
“Not the worst. Not yet.”
Blades, Blondes and Darkness
The café was rundown but clean. Benny the Blade sat at the counter. In a booth, a blonde was reading. She looked up and I caught her eye, returned her smile. Benny, leaving, caught my attention. The blonde turned a page as I followed him out into the darkness.
Blood in the Moonlight
Moonlight filtered through the blinds turning the color of the blood on the hardwood floor from red to black. All the signs clearly pointed to murder, but I knew better.
“She killed herself.” I said.
“Yeah?” the lead detective asked.
I turned and left the room without looking back.
Drove around with the top down
"I second that emotion."
Alice Sheldon (wrote as James Tiptree, Jr.) Track down "Houston, Houston Do You Read" and "The Screwfly Solution" and you'll see why she was one of the great SF writers.
Gone With the Wind: The South loses, Scarlett window shops.
I, the Jury: The first time for Hammer time.
Wish I could stop looking back.
On the bay side of Edisto Island, where you can watch the Carolina sun setting over the waves, we sat on the deck of the beach house and shared the first kiss of the summer.
Her hair smelled of peaches and rain as I kissed her in the moonlight.
Adama sat staring across the valley until the sun sat and the cool damp of the evening settled over his shoulders. Then he rose, stepped carefully over the rocky hilltop, and climbed into the Raptor. His goodbye to Laura said, he spooled up the FTL, and jumped into the sun.
Tonight's episode of Battlestar Galactica was the series finale. This is my fan fic tribute.
It was a long walk back from the altar in the forest. The spell failed, Yog-Sothoth did not come for me. It was childish, trying to conjure Him. At home, standing by the car, I hear shouting, crying. Tomorrow night, I think, the spell will work. It has to work.