The Fiction Factory: Being the Experience of a Writer Who, for Twenty-Two Years, Has Kept a Story-Mill Grinding Successfully


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  • Best i can figure, nobody could melt it even if they wanted to. With your indulgence i will repeat this last part of my testimony verbatim.

    I sat in the darkness while the unknown thing at my feet ripped the flesh from his half-dead rival in strips, and across the damp night wind came the reek of that abominable feast--the reek of blood and spilt en- trails--until i turned away my face in loathing, and was nearly starting to my feet to venture a rush into the forest shadows.