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When afternoon came to Vidyasagar Road, wet clothes ... hung from a clothesline which stretched from one side to another on the veranda of the first floor. The line, which had not been tightly drawn anyway, sagged with the pressure of the heavy wet clothes that dripped, from sleeves and trouser - ends, a curious grey water on to the floor, and, especially in the middle, one noticed the line curved downwards, as if a smile were forming. — Amit Chaudhuri Freedom Song

Bronze - limbed and well - knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was the body of his Soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey - coloured air. — Oscar Wilde The Fisherman...

We have regiments as innumerable as the sands... And arsenals as uncountable as the stars. — A.G. Howard Ensnared

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground. — Jonathan Renshaw Dawn of Wonder

newer here? There were no dense brambles — Ruth Rendell No More Dying...

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain — Lora Leigh Dawn's Awakening

The sky drops silver threads of sleet. — Anthony Doerr All the Light We...

Now the western tempest was scrawled all over with lines of intolerable light, while the inky head of the cloud - giant to the east was continually suffused with a white and deadly glow that came and went in pulses, as though a blood of flame was being pumped into it from the heart of the storm. — H. Rider Haggard Hunter...

she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky. — Julia Quinn An Offer From a...

The crimson dragon grew day by day and devoured everything it found in its path. Torn bodies rained from the sky and the flames of its breath flowed through the streets like a torrent of blood. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Fire rose

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars. — John Steinbeck Of Mice and Men

I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one stitched into his own private coat, together forming a low, gigantic chord of language. — Billy Collins Sailing Alone...

The air was so damp that fish could have come in through doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms. One morning Ursula woke up feeling that she was reaching her end in a placid swoon and she had already asked them to take her to Father Antonio Isabel, when Santa Sofia de la Piedad discovered that her back was paved with leeches. She took them off one by one, crushing them with a firebrand before they bled her to death. — Gabriel García Márquez One Hundred...

He paused and manufactured a chuckle.

But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.

He was always acting, always enveloping himself in artificiality, perhaps to conceal the volcano within.

August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.

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