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Address
Charlie Ben Studdard did not think of himself as the world’s greatest private detective. He wasn’t the best in America, nor the county. And if he was honest with himself, and he tried to be, sober, he...
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Adhesive
Written on the adhesive was her name, meaning it was her present. Wrapped in the silver paper. Topped with the bow. Her name was written in black marker on the tape and slightly smeared. It had been...
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Ad hominem
Charlie Ben Studdard squinted at Mrs. Kinbote and sucked quietly at his pipe. He let the cherry smoke roil in his cheeks and the tobacco glow in the bowl. She coughed daintily and unfurled a Japanese...
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Adiathermancy
Most notably the book did not burn when he chucked it in the fireplace. He had tried tearing the paper but it was of better stock than he expected. So he snapped it shut and tossed it onto the logs. It...
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Adjectivial
Oliver and the Doon Buggys started off as a flamenco band, so they say. But then all the flamencos flew south for the winter and Oliver turned to punk rock. If the story’s true it explains why Oliver...
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Adjunct
“Have you been feeding this book?” Charlie Ben Studdard bit down on his unlit pipe and pulled his hat off his head. He fanned himself and decided what the professor needed was a nice, mild smile. His...
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Adjuvant
I was sitting in a bar trying to remember how I’d got there, a smear of salt on my thumb, an empty shot of tequila sitting silently beside my beer. The beer was less than half drained, so I worked on...
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Admit
Arianna was enthralled by the opera. The tragedy had reached its peak and the poor man center stage was wailing. His voice sounded as though it had been carved from the trunk of a burnished oak tree...
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Adobe
Senator Kinbote looked real spry in front of the Mexican-American Center for the Arts. His square jaw, tan cheeks and small eyes gave the impression that he was all mouth, capped white teeth a match...
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Adularia
If he had struggled up out of an algaed lagoon he would have been no wetter. The sweat was thick on his shoulders, as resilient as oil, and yet it sluiced down his body’s gullies, pooling in his...
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