He didn’t know what was at the bottom of the hill. He had his knife. He had the borrowed dream. He had the special cloth.
Each platform was built up out of the muck using the bones of their ancestors. They would be closer to the sky, and they would be farther away from the hungry things.
Franklin Cascaes http://monsterbrains.blogspot.com/2019/02/franklin-cascaes-1908-1983.html
On the island, after the war, they set about creating a new society. It wouldn’t be perfect, but it would be fair. Almost fair. Fair for some. They’d work it out as they went along.
There was at least three inches of fine, black soot on the railings and stairs. At midnight he’d heard those same trucks roll through town.
Carlos Estévez https://carlosestevez.net/index.html
Empty bottles were stacked against the back all the way to the ceiling. Every three minutes a villager walked in, morosely, and placed another carefully into the pile.
At the expense of the town’s new mayor each citizen was provided with a wooden spoon and a healthy pullet. Critics claimed the campaign also promised a fly swatter.
A deck of cards was produced from somewhere. They were instructed to draw three, randomly, despite their obvious medical conditions.
Michael Sowa, Big Buzzer, https://www.wikiart.org/en/michael-sowa