Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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2 years, 5 months ago

I thought you just wanted to hang out

I texted this guy Chris and was like. Hey Chris.

So Chris came over. He also seemed sort of a little bit more dressed up than the last time I saw him, though to be honest I don’t remember when that was or who Chris even is. He brought pizza. So I’m like, that’s cool. Better than Lee. Lee didn’t …

—p.81 Out There: Stories The Head in the Floor (80) by Kate Folk
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2 years, 5 months ago

even before the head started coming out of my floor

To be honest things weren’t going so well even before the head started coming out of my floor. I was unemployed and universally hated thanks to some choices I’d made. Afternoons I’d go sit in this median strip a few blocks from my apartment and write things in my notebook while cars barreled past. …

—p.80 The Head in the Floor (80) by Kate Folk
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2 years, 5 months ago

even before the head started coming out of my floor

To be honest things weren’t going so well even before the head started coming out of my floor. I was unemployed and universally hated thanks to some choices I’d made. Afternoons I’d go sit in this median strip a few blocks from my apartment and write things in my notebook while cars barreled past. …

—p.80 The Head in the Floor (80) by Kate Folk
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2 years, 5 months ago

her descriptions read increasingly like recipes

She returned to the living room, where she spent the morning summarizing videos in the categories of Water Bondage, Sadistic Rope, Electro Sluts. Her descriptions read increasingly like recipes. _We start her on her back and stuff her until she squirts her savory juices. We finish her standing and …

—p.63 Shelter (53) by Kate Folk
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2 years, 5 months ago

how much time would pass before he noticed.

Reese watched as Mark tore the skin from a breast and set it aside. He pried up shards of white meat with his fork and wrapped the meat in its own skin, then placed the packet in his mouth so the skin wouldn’t lodge between his incisors. He appeared so self-possessed, so contented by his tiny ritua…

—p.59 Shelter (53) by Kate Folk