3A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick (1968)
This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut (1973)
Here’s how it started.
Journey to the End of Night by Louis-Ferdinand Céline (1934)
The sky had been covered with rain clouds since early morning; it was calm, not hot and oppressive as it is on grey overcast days when clouds have been hanging over the fields for a long time and you wait for rain but it does not come.
“Gooseberries” by Anton Chekhov (1898)
It looked like a good thing; but what till I tell you.
“The Ransom of Red Chief” by O. Henry (1910)
Evening twilight.
“Heartache” by Anton Chekhov
I am a ridiculous man.
“The Dream of a Ridiculous Man: A Fantastic Story” by Fyodor Dostoevsky (1877)
Then there was the bad weather. It would come in one day when the fall was over.
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway (1964)
