For FARB, take heart

Courtesy of Barbara K. on one of my book groups, here are “all true excerpts from stories submitted to Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine. (Spelling, punctuation, and syntax are all as in the originals.)”

Out of the dark void came what looked like a giant rabbit followed by small rabbits which had looked as if they had undergone a mutation with three ears and 2 tails. They discovered they were on Rabbitania.

Weston was known for the firm but genital hold he had on his men. It was one of the reasons he was chosen for this mission over six other equally qualified men.

Freddy was in the habit of staring at Beverly’s legs as they peaked from her Susie Wong slit dresses. She had a dozen of them.

“Something must have happened, since it’s not like her to come back naked and not aware of anything.”

The eyes of the braver animals ran down my neck and spine.

“Bastard! I shall severe your soul.”

The afternoon was very calm but consolidated. The birds were singing but were not blithesome.

He groped in his trousers and came up with a dirty piece of trash which I thought he’d just throw away.

“Stand slow!” a voice rang out with hollow ubiquity.

When I thought of the poetics of such a confrontation in the blackness of eternity, I laughed sardonically, in a dry voice, to myself.

“Good morning, Anna, Lovely maid,” Logo said in a soft voice bowing slightly, “How nice to see your structured form again today.”

The two naked bodies, which were lying beneath the satin sheets, were no longer the people whom everyone, who was anyone, knew whenever reality was in existance.

“Oovil snetch,” he growled in his mind.

My shouted words were lost in the damp chill, and my legs were already beginning to bale out, filling my shoes quickly.

The willowy king stood tehre with his usually sick disposition. From the faint light in the hallway, his yellow glaring cat eyes pointed at him.

Kildo threw his waning arms around the large granite boulder.

Miles looked deep into those clear blue eyes who’s debts were infinite.

“Be good,” he called after her as he bit back the tears in his eyes.

Sudenly, all the eyes in the room rose from their fixed positions on the floor to stare at him.

Mona was on the liquilounge, her dark eyes pouring over him like warm jello.

John wasn’t at all surprised at the transformation of his body into what he believed were light waves.

Fearless, as he was dumb, he walked over to the edge of the ship.

“Are the shields contoured to the ship” the computer asked breathlessly.

The universe is a vast region of deep mystery steeped in antiquity.

“Do you want to come over and have a gunfight?” I asked. He seemed a bit loath to answer.

They were human in every way but they owned the necks, heads, facial expressions were that of a chicken.

“Ejaculations aside, that’s one hell of a package to swallow!”

Of course, his eyes couldn’t help but embrace the pool in front of them.

Jake was not a man to show much emotion, but he found himself supressing the urge to smile out loud.

Ashala’s head felt like vermicelli slowly slipping off the platter of her sholders.

A pool of surpressedd sweat started building under his forehead.

Kincaid was an older man with sparse grey iron hair.

And he was damned attractive physically, too. When she looked at him she felt… unusual.

Instinctively, without thinking about it, he grabbed the woman and hugged her and then gave her breasts a couple of playful pinches. “Commander please,” she said as she blushed and began yodeling.

He gazed at what appeared to be an invisable column coming from an infinite distance.

Onion oil! I couldn’t imagine anyting worse than a daily bath in onion oil.

He was tall, thin and bony, like a cadaver trying to remember something, what was it? oh yes! I’m dead, I shouldn’t be walking around like this.

There would not be many more darknesses before Lyra became a guardian, and if sheh was going to keep hes promises that she would still boil boldy as a guardian, she might as well practice.

Talan gestured at the controls. “Overheating of the glycgroms in the thermoperamulator. You know how it is.”

She is powdered, painted, and tearful, playing again one of her greatest rolls.

The man spoke a foreign tonuge to them which they followed with out question.