Bill Ward's blog of all things genre
There was ample time before his funeral. At that point — like all the dead, whether they were high or low, and Privileged or not — he would face the final proof of the crypt’s ferociously impartial judgment. As the saying had it: the crypt was deep and the human soul was shallow. And the [...]
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It’s funny how the colours of the like real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen. Title: A Clockwork Orange Author: Anthony Burgess Genre: Dystopian Science Fiction/Satire Year: 1962 Oh my brothers, viddy well this like review of a horrorshow dobby book called A Clockwork Orange, written by this real [...]
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The drug hit him like an express train, a white-hot column of light mounting his spine from the region of his prostate, illuminating the sutures of his skull with x-rays of short-circuited sexual energy. His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol. His bones, beneath the [...]
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He felt no regrets as the work of a lifetime was swept away. He had labored to take man to the stars, and, in the moment of success, the stars — the aloof, indifferent stars — had come to him. This was the moment when history held its breath, and the present sheared asunder from [...]
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Presently, I saw, rising up out of the ruddy gloom,the distant peaks of the mighty amphitheatre of mountains, where, untold ages before, I had been shown my first glimpse of the terrors that underlie many things; and where, vast and silent, watched by a thousand mute gods, stands the replica of this house of mysteries [...]
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