“Why do you do up your hair in those tortured plaits, now, Melanie? Why? Because, she said. You know that's no answer. You're spoiling your pretty looks, pet. Come here. She did not move. He ground out his cigarette on the window-ledge and laughed. Come here, he said again, softly. So she went.” KnowsLooksSaidMovingAnswersHairWindowPetLaughedCigaretteLedgesYour PrettyPlaits Author:Angela Carter
“She remembered that once, when she was a little girl, she had seen a pretty young woman with golden hair down to her knees in a long flowered dress, and had said to her, without thinking, "Are you a princess?" The girl had laughed very kindly at her and asked her what her name was. Blanche remembered going away from her, led by her mother's hand, thinking to herself that the girl really was a princess, but in disguise. And she had resolved that someday, she would dress as though she were a princess in disguise.” ThinkingLittlesLongSaidHandsYoungMotherGirlNamesHairDressesGoldenRememberedKneesSomedayGoing AwayLaughedPrincessDisguiseYoung WomenBlancheGolden Hair Author:Regina Doman
“Or perhaps a widow found him and took him in: brought him an easy chair, changed his sweater every morning, shaved his face until the hair stopped growing, took him faithfully to bed with her every night, whispered sweet nothings into what was left of his ear, laughed with him over black coffee, cried with him over yellowing pictures, talked greenly about having kids of her own, began to miss him before she became sick, left him everything in her will, thought of only him as she died, always knew he was fiction but believed in him anyway.” KidsFacesNightFoundLeftEasyBlackFictionMorningGrowingMissingChangedSweetHairBedEarsSickDiedCoffeeChairsLaughedEvery NightCriedEvery MorningWidowsSweatersHaving KidsBlack Coffee Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“There was something about clowns that was worse than zombies. (Or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There's the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns were probably malicious, and they moved fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies weren't much of anything. They didn't carry musical instruments and they didn't care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted.)” PeopleWantFirstsLittlesCareWantedLaughingCarStyleHairInstrumentsMovedMusicalNervousMakeupLaughedZombieClownBicycleMaliciousMusical InstrumentsShufflingMorticians Author:Kelly Link