Well, I don’t know. You might be terrified that our poor, cursed plane won’t be able to deal with “a violent storm…Delays, medical emergencies, a highjacker, injuries and death” before the page count runs out.
Yes, that’s right, a “highjacker.”
On the other hand, maybe this book can’t end fast enough.
Terrifyingly short? Forrest J Ackerman editor of “Famous Monsters of Filmland” wrote the shortest sci-fi story ever: “Cosmic Report Card: Earth”, one letter with no punctuation.
Yes. It’s wrong to wish harm on any other human being regardless of how lousy their book covers.
Hoping that the only copy of the author’s next work were on that plane, however…well, say an extra couple of “Our Father”s at bedtime, and I’ll bet God will call it even.
Well, I don’t know. You might be terrified that our poor, cursed plane won’t be able to deal with “a violent storm…Delays, medical emergencies, a highjacker, injuries and death” before the page count runs out.
Yes, that’s right, a “highjacker.”
On the other hand, maybe this book can’t end fast enough.
Highjack is a seldom used spelling of hijack.
Wikipedia redirects search for “highjack” to a disambigulation page for “hijack”.
Dictionaries that list “highjack” as a definition include as examples of usage newspaper stories that use the more common spelling “hijack”.
It’s a short story.
How short?
TERRIFYINGLY SHORT.
How short is terrifyingly? One word? Two words?
Terrifyingly short? Forrest J Ackerman editor of “Famous Monsters of Filmland” wrote the shortest sci-fi story ever: “Cosmic Report Card: Earth”, one letter with no punctuation.
F?
—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act V, Scene I.
10,000 characters (including spaces) might be a quite regular story (or an overly long short story), but it’d surely make a terrifyingly short novel.
Is it wrong to hope the author was on that plane?
OMG, can I upvote this one 5,000x?
Yes. It’s wrong to wish harm on any other human being regardless of how lousy their book covers.
Hoping that the only copy of the author’s next work were on that plane, however…well, say an extra couple of “Our Father”s at bedtime, and I’ll bet God will call it even.
Is it 1984 already? Where does the time go?