“
Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him.
And just like that, I do.
"What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asked me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, he grins. Unbelievable of how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him.
"Dam!" he says.
”
”
Cynthia Hand (Unearthly (Unearthly, #1))
“
Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.
”
”
Gayle Forman (If I Stay (If I Stay, #1))
“
Professional wrestling is a lot like cuddling, I thought as I hugged a tree. As far as lumberjacks go, I’m slow, but when the tree finally falls for me, it falls hard.
”
”
Jarod Kintz (This Book is Not for Sale)
“
What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asks me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and a red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, wanting to laugh and he hasn't even told me the punch line.
He grins. Unbelievable how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him and how rare and beautiful is that?
"Dam!" he says.
”
”
Cynthia Hand (Unearthly (Unearthly, #1))
“
the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured.
”
”
Malcolm Gladwell (Outliers: The Story of Success)
“
Why had I entered this profession? I could have gone in for something easier and gentler—like coalmining or lumberjacking.
”
”
James Herriot (All Things Wise and Wonderful (All Creatures Great and Small, #3))
“
You have a tattoo of a woman's necklace on you back, Silas." She's smiling now. "Very lumberjack-esque." She's enjoying this. "Yeah, well. You have trees on you back. Not much to brag about. You'll probably get termites.
”
”
Colleen Hoover (Never Never (Never Never, #1))
“
If I get pulled over on the short drive between here and my house I'll have to say, "I had only two beers in two hours, officer, but then I made out with a lumberjack. You know how it is.
”
”
Cara McKenna (Ruin Me)
“
the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We
”
”
Malcolm Gladwell (Outliers: The Story of Success)
“
I blinked deliberately, expecting my eyelids to act like lumberjacks. But the trees would not fall.
”
”
Yann Martel (Life of Pi)
“
Sometimes I write about the forest, sometimes I write about the trees, and occasionally I’ll write about the lumberjack. Actually, the lumberjack is more the editing part, figuring what needs to be cut.
”
”
Jarod Kintz (Seriously delirious, but not at all serious)
“
Vimes thought for a moment and said, 'Well, dear, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a man with a lot of wood must be in want of a wife who can handle a great big--
”
”
Terry Pratchett (Snuff (Discworld, #39; City Watch, #8))
“
And you’re apparently made of mountain. Are you sure you’re an engineer and not a lumberjack?
”
”
Jenn Bennett (The Anatomical Shape of a Heart)
“
Everyone knew that girls who admitted to liking girls stopped being whatever they were before and became a cross between a lumberjack and a punk-goth-anarchist.
- Adena Galinksy, USA (p. 38)
”
”
Robyn Ochs (Getting Bi: Voices of Bisexuals Around the World)
“
You’re not a lumberjack trying to hack down a tree. You’re a dancer, and the sword is an extension of your arm. Move with the blade and keep your eyes on your enemy’s upper body, not their weapon.
”
”
Julie Kagawa (The Immortal Rules (Blood of Eden, #1))
“
You're a good man," Fang said. "You're the last good man in this whole town. All the good that could be squeezed out of this forsaken place was used to make you. That's why you're so small, my friend: there just wasn't that much left." Fang laughed. "and that's why you can see us, you know, and nobody else can. You see everybody, even that lumberjack.
”
”
Daniel Wallace (The Kings and Queens of Roam)
“
I'm no light weight, mountain man. It'll take more than a couple of frou-frou Vermont microbrews to get me trashed." She leaned forward and bit his lip. "If you stop, I'm gonna kill you. With your own axe.
”
”
Penny Watson (Lumberjack in Love)
“
there’s probably a charged creeper lumberjack.
”
”
Cube Kid (Diary of an 8-Bit Warrior: From Seeds to Swords (8-Bit Warrior, #2))
“
Zach tagged along after her, feeling like a stray mutt panting after a purebred poodle.
”
”
Jami Davenport (Down by Contact (Seattle Lumberjacks, #3))
“
How Many Lumberjacks Does it Take to Ravish, Maim and Kill Five Feisty Female Co-eds?
Read 'Lumberjacked' by Rich Bottles Jr. to find out!
Lumberjacked: A Supernatural Tale of Murder and Mayhem in the Mountain State.
”
”
Rich Bottles Jr. (Lumberjacked)
“
He’d done it again. Screwed up in a social situation and dragged the whole team down with hm. His new team. The ones who were counting on him to be a leader on and off the field. He’d led them, all right, almost into a brawl.
”
”
Jami Davenport (Down by Contact (Seattle Lumberjacks, #3))
“
A week ago, if someone had told her she’d be sitting in a hillbilly hot tub with a bunch of sexy, shirtless lumberjacks, chucking darts at one of her paintings and smiling harder than she had in months, she would’ve told them they were crazy. And
”
”
T.S. Joyce (Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears, #1))
“
I was very lucky to be offered a lovely piece of property to build a career on. I started building a house on it, but it wasn't necessarily a house I would want to live in. So I ripped down that house, and I worked with these great lumberjacks to build a really cool cabin—a place I want to drink whiskey in and hang out until the sun rises.
”
”
Vanessa Carlton
“
Take care of her? She isn’t Snow White, and we aren’t the seven dwarves. She
”
”
T.S. Joyce (Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears, #1))
“
It never failed to unnerve me that my general manager was a ten-year-old girl trapped in the body of a two-hundred-and-sixty-five-pound, forty-something lumberjack.
”
”
Slade James (Grumpy Bear (Bear Camp, #1))
“
I am a lumberjack... I can never manage to be a chic.
”
”
Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
“
There ain’t no such thing as lumberjack, that must be a Back East expression. Up here we call ‘em loggers.
”
”
Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums)
“
- I like my shirts.
- It's plaid.
- There are no rules for shirts. Plaid is good.
- Plaid is bad. Although, if you went with a Scottish plaid in wool, it might be okay.
- I'm not dressing like some damned highlander, Mercedes.
- And the lumberjack look is okay?
- You don't like my shirt?
”
”
Kathleen O'Reilly (Beyond Seduction (The Red Choo Diaries #3))
“
If you're a lumberjack, you know what to do. You see trees, and you still have a job! If you're a writer, you see a blank page. You don't know if you still have a job. You might have great ideas—you may have no ideas.
”
”
Tim Schafer
“
The entrance hall was designed to impress. The floor was a buttery cream-colored marble and the walls were paneled in dark wood. I'm not a lumberjack, so I had no idea what kind of wood it was, but it looked expensive.
”
”
Eileen Cook (Unraveling Isobel)
“
Bruiser stared in the mirror hanging in his locker and ran a comb through his blond hair, wishing he had dark hair like Harris, or a mean look like Zach, or even a guy-next-door like Derek. Hell no, he looked like a f***ing movie star and he f***ing hated it. –-Backfield in Motion
”
”
Jami Davenport (Backfield in Motion (Seattle Lumberjacks, #4))
“
I’ve written all these stories without any pornography, without any obscenity. I grew up among sailors and miners and lumberjacks and the roughest kind men in the world, but I never found it necessary to use all that in the stories. I can make them real without that. I think much of that kind of writing is a coverup for lack of real skill.
”
”
Louis L'Amour
“
I have two sisters, and I tell them this all the time. Be the marriage girl. Don’t be the hook-up girl. Don’t be her. She’s stupid and shallow. Yes, she gets lots of male attention, dressing in her sexy lumberjack or sexy nun costumes…for a time. But then she’s used up, hardened, disillusioned and desperate, because no one stays with the hook-up girl.
”
”
Penny Reid (Attraction (Elements of Chemistry, #1; Hypothesis, #1.1))
“
You were asking about the happy people: Well, they don't live on our planet, you see; we'll just have to wait, my boy! On this one human beings are not human beings. They are seamen and farmers and miners and lumberjacks; they are tramps and preachers and professors; they are this and that and the other. And happiness departed from them when they left off being human beings and became this other; for then strife began.
”
”
O.E. Rølvaag
“
Biologists often talk about the “ecology” of an organism: the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We all know that successful people come from hardy seeds. But do we know enough about the sunlight that warmed them, the soil in which they put down the roots, and the rabbits and lumberjacks they were lucky enough to avoid?
”
”
Malcolm Gladwell (Outliers: The Story of Success)
“
What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart. The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry. The lumberjack ants made her laugh. The door of many colours put her in such a snit of curiosity that i had to drag her away;she felt she could not proceed with her life until she knocked on such a door.
”
”
Jerry Spinelli
“
The exuberant Husky crew gingerly hoisted Walling out of the shell and sent him off to the hospital. Astonished fans and journalists gathered around them on the dock, peppering them with questions: Was the University of Washington in the District of Columbia? Where exactly was Seattle, anyway? Were any of them really lumberjacks?
”
”
Daniel James Brown (The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics)
“
Speed, Ciri, not strength. Strength is necessary for a lumberjack axing trees in a forest. That’s why, admittedly, girls are rarely lumberjacks. Have you got that?
”
”
Andrzej Sapkowski (Blood of Elves (The Witcher, #1))
“
I continue to chop like a lumberjack on cocaine,
”
”
S.L. Rowland (Sentenced to Troll (Sentenced to Troll #1))
“
Phish might’ve already given it away, but inside the white man rages a music festival for lumberjacks.
”
”
Christian Rudder (Dataclysm: Love, Sex, Race, and Identity--What Our Online Lives Tell Us about Our Offline Selves)
“
When I show up at a networking event, I’m like a tree in a forest. Sure, I look like everybody else, but I’m not saying anything to anybody. I’m afraid of meeting a lumberjack.
”
”
Jarod Kintz (This Book is Not for Sale)
“
Girls are supposed to be a little more elegant when they put their cigarettes out. You did that like a lumberjack.
”
”
Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
“
[Hatchetman – F-Grade, Rare. Their army is an endless forest, and I’m the lumberjack. Upgradeable.]
”
”
TheFirstDefier (Defiance of the Fall (Defiance of the Fall, #1))
“
She’s still sleeping. She’s warm and sweet, and snores like a lumberjack. Bless her heart.
”
”
Kristen Proby (Easy Melody (Boudreaux, #3))
“
Hugh thought the women were as graceful as ballerinas, as strong as lumberjacks, as focused as scientists.
”
”
Nora Roberts (Hideaway)
“
He looked so damn sexy sitting there, playing a soft, haunting tune, dressed like a lumberjack (with the shoulders to go with) and all that dark wavy hair and the five o’clock shadow.
”
”
Juliana Stone (The Family Simon Boxed Set (The Family Simon, #1-3))
“
Sacrifice is a requirement. The world rests on a Libra's scale. For new saplings to root, others must fall. To walk towards one home, you must turn on another. To nurture the right hand, you must neglect the left.
”
”
GennaRose Nethercott (The Lumberjack's Dove)
“
When Dad was a kid, he wanted to be a lumberjack, but unfortunately he'd been cursed with the build of an accountant and the brain of an astrophysicist. These qualities had combined to make him the third-most-visited orthodontist in northern New Jersey.
”
”
Kieran Scott (Jingle Boy)
“
the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We all know that successful people come from hardy seeds. But do we know enough about the sunlight that warmed them, the soil in which they put down the roots, and the rabbits and lumberjacks they were lucky enough to avoid? This
”
”
Malcolm Gladwell (Outliers: The Story of Success)
“
Which didn't explain why Brant remained outside with Elizabeth, even when he started to suffer from heatstroke. Or maybe heatstroke was only the excuse he used for what happened next. With one eye pinned on Elizabeth, he stripped off his shirt, something he rarely did, and proceeded to perform feats of strength. He moved large rocks for no good reason, grunting as if he were leg-pressing a good five hundred pounds. He welded hedge clippers like Edward Scissorhands. And hoed like a lumberjack bent on clearing the Sierras.
It was heatstroke. It had to be. There was no other way to explain a thirty-eight-year-old man flexing and posing for a woman like some goddamned body builder in a competition.
And the worst part about it was she didn't even pay him the slightest bit of attention.
”
”
Katie Lane (Trouble in Texas (Deep in the Heart of Texas, #4))
“
She shut her curtains, locked the door, and lifted her mattress, pulling out last year’s Sustainable Logging Lumberjack Calendar. She flipped through the pages and sighed. Yes, the lumberjacks had chiseled jaws, warm eyes, and broad shoulders beneath flannel shirts.
”
”
Shannon Hale (Ashlynn Ella's Story (Ever After High, #0.5))
“
the BASK-8 had finally arrived! The Cyborg Queen and Commander Newters observed the park from the window of the Command Bridge. “I believe this is the park we’ve been looking for, Your Majesty,” Commander Newters said. “Oh yes, this is definitely Washington Square Park, I can see it’s filled with the boxy soldiers we agreed to defeat.” “This city has more square parks than all my planets combined,” the Cyborg Queen said. “Anyhoo, I can see we’re a little tardy. Send the Cyborgs to assist the metallic lumberjack and his vertically challenged friend.
”
”
Chris Colfer (Worlds Collide (The Land of Stories #6))
“
I groan and she throws her arms around me, laughing. “We’re going to have so much fun, Sissy! And you’re going to fall in love with a lumberjack.”
“If there’s one thing that makes me horny,” I say, “it’s deforestation.”
“An ethical, sustainable, organic, gluten-free lumberjack,” Libby amends.
”
”
Emily Henry (Book Lovers)
“
Mr. April enjoys roasting vegetables over a fire and the company of kind, modest young women.
For every tree Mr. May takes down with a single ax stroke, he plants three seedlings with his own callused hands.
When Mr. September isn’t hard at work lumberjacking, he loves to take his pet dogs on long walks.
”
”
Shannon Hale (Ashlynn Ella's Story (Ever After High, #0.5))
“
When you attempt to multi-task, your focus, attention, and energy is spent switching between your tasks and re-orienting yourself to exactly where you were before you switched. It’s like swimming against the current. Every time you take a stroke, you might only get one quarter of a stroke forward because of the current, and sometimes you might even go backwards despite your best efforts. It’s an inefficient use of your time that ends up in your becoming well-versed in the beginning stages of many tasks, but never quite seeing them to completion. The better approach is to be willfully ignorant of everything else you need to do, while giving full attention to one task at a time. In a sense, a lumberjack can only chop the tree in front of him or her, and can’t do anything with a bunch of half-chopped trees. Chopping the tree in front of you will allow you to make better progress on everything more than actively working on it while multi-tasking.
”
”
Peter Hollins (Learn Like Einstein: Memorize More, Read Faster, Focus Better, and Master Anything With Ease… Become An Expert in Record Time (Accelerated Learning) (Learning how to Learn Book 12))
“
Biologists often talk about the “ecology” of an organism: the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured.
”
”
Malcolm Gladwell (Outliers: The Story of Success)
“
the things that scared her the most were always worth the risk.
”
”
T.S. Joyce (Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears, #1))
“
I think my ovaries just exploded. Of
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
His pectoral muscles were shaped, and the six-pack lining his abdomen, and the V of muscle that disappeared beneath his jeans had my inner muscles clenching.
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
How about we cut the shit, Vivian?
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
You want to pretend like you’re not eyeing every part of my body, maybe wondering how big my cock is?” Oh.
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
He did this for a few more minutes before setting his ax against the block and removing his shirt. Well, shit, it was like my very own porn movie.
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
The cruelest act a person can commit is to leave a gap.
”
”
GennaRose Nethercott (The Lumberjack's Dove)
“
Gratitude tempers sorrow.
”
”
Debra Holland (Singing Montana Sky (Montana Sky, #7))
“
Five years without a woman has made me feral, Vivian.” I lifted my gaze and looked at her eyes. “And once we start, we won’t be stopping until you’ve come on my cock more than once.
”
”
Jenika Snow (Lumberjack (A Real Man, #1))
“
Slackers were not well dressed, because there was no reason to dress smartly. Their uniform was old jeans, Converse trainers and warm, practical lumberjack shirts. They were not career-minded, for there was no reason to pursue the corporate dream. They were seen largely as apathetic, but it was an apathy born of a logical assessment of the options rather than innate laziness.
”
”
J.M.R. Higgs (KLF: Chaos Magic Music Money)
“
Simply put, the emphasis was therefore on maintaining a society of farmers and lumberjacks, with a small cadre of lawyers, priests, doctors, and politicians to oversee it. Money and business were left to les Anglais. This situation grew untenable, of course, by the mid-twentieth century, and a number of thinkers, artists, and writers (of whom my father was one) fomented the Quiet Revolution, making education, urbanization, and secularism key pillars of modern Quebec.
”
”
Justin Trudeau (Common Ground)
“
Holy shit, you showed up. And early. You weren’t supposed to be here until next week. Hypothetically. If you showed up.” He frowned. “Which I never thought you would actually do, because look around. This ain’t ideal for a vacation.” “That’s
”
”
T.S. Joyce (Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears, #1))
“
Speaking of makeovers, anyone notice Hort’s looking even juicier than he did at school?” chirped Dot, biting into the cocoa-pizza she’d swiped off the floor. “Saw him when we came in and he has this swarthy tan from working the moors and mud stains on his cheeks, like he’s Captain Lumberjack or something. But you know how I like woodsy types, with my crush on Robin Hood and all. Anyway, I sneak behind and give him a good sniff and notice he smells like a man now, nothing like that boy who used to wear frog pajamas and reek of baby powder, and all I could think was since there aren’t too many rooms in this place, I wonder if I can get Merlin to put me and him in the same—” “Over my dead body,” bellowed Hort, who stuck his head out from around the corner. Hester glared back, demon twitching. “That can be arranged.” Hort muttered something obscene and vanished behind the wall. Hester saw Dot goggling at her. “What now?” “Did you just defend me?” “Only because you look so stupid in that crown,” Hester grumped. All the girls laughed, even Dot.
”
”
Soman Chainani (The Last Ever After (The School for Good and Evil, #3))
“
Ami leaned into his side and inhaled the fresh scent of man. “Uh, no. Sometimes my biological clock threatens to explode like a ticking bomb, that’s all. Rachel is so lucky. Nat is a doll. Doug adores them. Don’t mind me, I’m just wishing my laundry pile was filled with boxer shorts and Cinderella T-shirts. I’ll get over it.”
“Why do you have to get over it,” Marcus asked gently. “Sounds like a nice dream to me.”
...a few pages later
Things were looking up. If he could just convince her his boxer shorts belonged in her laundry basket, he’d be right on board with her six-month plan
”
”
Penny Watson (Lumberjack in Love)
“
Girls are supposed to be a little more elegant when they put out their cigarettes. You did that like a lumberjack. You shouldn't just cram it down in the ashtray but press it lightly around the edges of the ash. Then it doesn't get all bent up. And girls are never supposed to blow smoke through their noses. And most girls wouldn't talk about how they wore the same bra for three months when they're eating alone with a man."
"I am a lumberjack," Midori said, scratching next to her nose. "I can never manage to be chic. I try it as a joke sometimes, but it never sticks. Any more critiques for me?
”
”
Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
“
My cold-weather gear left a lot to be desired: black maternity leggings under boot-cut maternity jeans, and a couple of Marlboro Man’s white T-shirts under an extra-large ASU sweatshirt. I was so happy to have something warm to wear that I didn’t even care that I was wearing the letters of my Pac-10 rival. Add Marlboro Man’s old lumberjack cap and mud boots that were four sizes too big and I was on my way to being a complete beauty queen. I seriously didn’t know how Marlboro Man would be able to keep his hands off of me. If I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the feed truck, I’d shiver violently.
”
”
Ree Drummond (The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels)
“
No women up here. You know the rules. We aren’t into renting to strangers, either. Especially not high fallutin’ city slickin’ judgy judgertons like this one. No offense,” he said as he flicked his attention to her, then away. “None taken.” She didn’t want to hunker down in hillbilly town any more than Bruiser wanted her here. Connor
”
”
T.S. Joyce (Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears, #1))
“
Right up until he looked around at a Bon Iver concert and saw a thousand copies of himself, and realised that he belonged to a group, a group of people who more than any other—at least in theory—hate everything about belonging to a group. He was a hipster. As a hipster he hated hipsters, and especially male hipsters. There was something insubstantial, unmanly, about that dreamy, idealistic striving for the natural, the original, the authentic; about a hipster trying to look like a lumberjack who lived in a log cabin and grew and shot his own food, but who was still an overprotected little boy who thought modern life, quite rightly, had stripped away all his masculinity, leaving him with a feeling of being helpless
”
”
Jo Nesbø (Knife (Harry Hole, #12))
“
The devastation of the lumberjacks appeared more atrocious at this time of year when everything is getting ready to come back to life. In the warm air some twigs were already growing, some buds were opening, and each branch that had been chopped was crying with sap. I advanced slowly, not feeling so sad because I was exalted by the pain of the countryside, feeling a bit gray perhaps by the strong vegetal odor that the dying trees and the earth exhaled. I was barely sensitive to the contrast of these dead trees with the renewal of springtime. In this state the park was more open to receive light which bathed and gilded both what was dead and what was alive. However, from far away the tragic song of the axes filled the air with a funeral solemnity, secretly
”
”
André Gide (Isabelle)
“
I'm all strung-out, my money's spent
Can't really tell ya' where last year went
But I've given up paying my bills for Lent
My landlord, he says he wants his rent
Fuck 'em!
Hey, now, the women they come, the women they go
The hens start to cackle when the cock starts to crow
Hell, I take 'em in when the warm winds blow
But I boot 'em in the ass once it starts to snow
'Cause fuck them!
Yeah, got a letter from my folks, and they say they're in debt
They say that things are as bad as they can possibly get
You know, I haven't answered that letter yet
I might use it to light my cigarette
'Cause fuck them!
What'd they ever do for me anyway? Threw me outta the house when I was twenty-nine years old and cut off my allowance
Fuck 'em!
Hey, a woman come around and handed me a line
About a lot of little orphan kids sufferin' and dyin'
Shit, I give her a quarter, cause one of 'em might be mine
The rest of those bastards can keep right on cryin'
I mean, fuck kids!
Throw up on your shoulder, piss in your lap, Never give you nothing
Fuck 'em!
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I had a fight last night with a big lumberjack
I spent most of the fight laying flat on my back
You know he beat me up fair, and that's a fact
But I busted his head as soon as he turned his back
'Cause fuck fair fighting!
Yeah
You know, my junkie buddy got the shakes again
He give me five bucks and sent me out in the rain
I'm supposed to bring back something to kill his pain, oh
Shit, I took the bread and I jumped on a train
Cause fuck junkies!
”
”
Shel Silverstein
“
On the third day after all hell broke loose, I come upstairs to the apartment, finished with my shift and so looking forward to a hot shower. Well, lukewarm—but I’ll pretend it’s hot.
But when I pass Ellie’s room, I hear cursing—Linda Blair-Exorcist-head-spinning-around kind of cursing. I push open her door and spot my sister at her little desk, yelling at her laptop.
Even Bosco barks from the bed.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “I just came up but Marty’s down there on his own—he won’t last longer than ten minutes.”
“I know, I know.” She waves her hand. “I’m in a flame war with a toxic bitch on Twitter. Let me just huff and puff and burn her motherfucking house down…and then I’ll go sell some coffee.”
“What happened?” I ask sarcastically. “Did she insult your makeup video?”
Ellie sighs, long and tortured. “That’s Instagram, Liv—I seriously think you were born in the wrong century. And anyway, she didn’t insult me—she insulted you.”
Her words pour over me like the ice-bucket challenge.
“Me? I have like two followers on Twitter.”
Ellie finishes typing. “Boo-ya. Take that, skank-a-licious!” Then she turns slowly my way. “You haven’t been online lately, have you?”
This isn’t going to end well, I know it. My stomach knows it too—it whines and grumbles.
“Ah, no?”
Ellie nods and stands, gesturing to her computer. “You might want to check it out. Or not—ignorance is bliss, after all. If you do decide to take a peek, you might want to have some grain alcohol nearby.”
Then she pats my shoulder and heads downstairs, her blond ponytail swaying behind her.
I glance at the screen and my breath comes in quick, semi-panicked bursts and my blood rushes like a runaway train in my veins. I’ve never been in a fight, not in my whole life. The closest I came was sophomore year in high school, when Kimberly Willis told everyone she was going to kick the crap out of me. So I told my gym teacher, Coach Brewster—a giant lumberjack of a man—that I got my period unexpectedly and had to go home. He spent the rest of the school year avoiding eye contact with me. But it worked—by the next day, Kimberly found out Tara Hoffman was the one talking shit about her and kicked the crap out of her instead
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Emma Chase (Royally Screwed (Royally, #1))
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Ricky Marigold was his name up at the commune. He was seventeen, had run away from home in Pacoima and was a righteous grasshead. He wasn't a bad kid, just fucked up. He was for: love, truth, gentleness, getting high, staying high, good sounds, pleasant weather, funky clothes and rapping with his friends. He was against: Viet Nam, the Laws with their riot sticks, violence, bigotry, random hatred, nine-to-five jobs, squares who tried to get you to conform, grass full of seeds and stems, and bringdowns in general.
He met Jack Gardiner on the corner of Laurel Canyon and Sunset, across from Schwab's where the starlets went to show off their asses. He saw Jack Gardiner as a little too old to be making the scene, but the guy looked flaky enough: lumberjack shirt, good beard, bright eyes; and he seemed to be friendly enough.
So Ricky invited him to come along.
They walked up Laurel Canyon, hunching along next to the curb on the sidewalkless street. "Gonna be a quiet scene," Ricky said. "Just a buncha beautiful people groovin' on themselves, maybe turning on, you know." The older man nodded; his hands were deep in his pants pockets.
They walked quite a while, finally turning up Stone Canyon Road. A mile up the twisting road. Jack Gardiner slipped a step behind Ricky Marigold and pulled out the blade. Ricky had started to turn, just as Connie's father drove the shaft into Ricky's back, near the base of the spine. Ricky was instantly paralyzed, though not dead. He slipped to the street, and Jack Gardiner dragged him into the high weeds and junk of an empty lot. He left him there to die.
Unable to speak, unable to move, Ricky Marigold found all the love draining out of him. Slowly, for six hours, through the small of his back.
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Harlan Ellison (The Deadly Streets)
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My cold-weather gear left a lot to be desired: black maternity leggings under boot-cut maternity jeans, and a couple of Marlboro Man’s white T-shirts under an extra-large ASU sweatshirt. I was so happy to have something warm to wear that I didn’t even care that I was wearing the letters of my Pac-10 rival. Add Marlboro Man’s old lumberjack cap and mud boots that were four sizes too big and I was on my way to being a complete beauty queen. I seriously didn’t know how Marlboro Man would be able to keep his hands off of me. If I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the feed truck, I’d shiver violently.
But really, when it came right down to it, I didn’t care. No matter what I looked like, it just didn’t feel right sending Marlboro Man into the cold, lonely world day after day. Even though I was new at marriage, I still sensed that somehow--whether because of biology or societal conditioning or religious mandate or the position of the moon--it was I who was to be the cushion between Marlboro Man and the cruel, hard world. That it was I who’d needed to dust off his shoulders every day. And though he didn’t say it, I could tell that he felt better when I was bouncing along, chubby and carrying his child, in his feed truck next to him.
Occasionally I’d hop out of the pickup and open gates. Other times he’d hop out and open them. Sometimes I’d drive while he threw hay off the back of the vehicles. Sometimes I’d get stuck and he’d say shit. Sometimes we’d just sit in silence, shivering as the vehicle doors opened and closed. Other times we’d engage in serious conversation or stop and make out in the snow.
All the while, our gestating baby rested in the warmth of my body, blissfully unaware of all the work that awaited him on this ranch where his dad had grown up. As I accompanied Marlboro Man on those long, frigid mornings of work, I wondered if our child would ever know the fun of sledding on a golf course hill…or any hill, for that matter. I’d lived on the ranch for five months and didn’t remember ever hearing about anyone sledding…or playing golf…or participating in any recreational activities at all. I was just beginning to wrap my mind around the way daily life unfolded here: wake up early, get your work done, eat, relax, and go to bed. Repeat daily. There wasn’t a calendar of events or dinner dates with friends in town or really much room for recreation--because that just meant double the work when you got back to work. It was hard for me not to wonder when any of these people ever went out and had a good time, or built a snowman.
Or slept past 5:00 A.M.
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Ree Drummond (The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels)
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Chicago, Illinois 1896
Opening Night
Wearing her Brünnhilda costume, complete with padding, breastplate, helm, and false blond braids, and holding a spear as if it were a staff, Sophia Maxwell waited in the wings of the Canfield-Pendegast theatre. The bright stage lighting made it difficult to see the audience filling the seats for opening night of Die Walküre, but she could feel their anticipation build as the time drew near for the appearance of the Songbird of Chicago.
She took slow deep breaths, inhaling the smell of the greasepaint she wore on her face. Part of her listened to the music for her cue, and the other part immersed herself in the role of the god Wotan’s favorite daughter. From long practice, Sophia tried to ignore quivers of nervousness. Never before had stage fright made her feel ill. Usually she couldn’t wait to make her appearance. Now, however, nausea churned in her stomach, timpani banged pain-throbs through her head, her muscles ached, and heat made beads of persperation break out on her brow. I feel more like a plucked chicken than a songbird, but I will not let my audience down.
Annoyed with herself, Sophia reached for a towel held by her dresser, Nan, standing at her side. She lifted the helm and blotted her forehead, careful not to streak the greasepaint.
Nan tisked and pulled out a small brush and a tin of powder from one of the caprious pockets of her apron. She dipped the brush into the powder and wisked it across Sophia’s forehead. “You’re too pale. You need more rouge.”
“No time.”
A rhythmic sword motif sounded the prelude to Act ll. Sophia pivoted away from Nan and moved to the edge of the wing, looking out to the scene of a rocky mountain pass. Soon the warrior-maiden Brünnhilda would make an appearance with her famous battle cry.
She allowed the anticpaptory energy of the audience to fill her body. The trills of the high strings and upward rushing passes in the woodwinds introduced Brünnhilda. Right on cue, Sophia made her entrance and struck a pose. She took a deep breath, preparing to hit the opening notes of her battle call.
But as she opened her mouth to sing, nothing came out. Caught off guard, Sophia cleared her throat and tried again. Nothing. Horrified, she glanced around, as if seeking help, her body hot and shaky with shame.
Across the stage in the wings, Sophia could see Judith Deal, her understudy and rival, watching.
The other singer was clad in a similar costume to Sophia’s for her role as the valkerie Gerhilde. A triumphant expression crossed her face.
Warwick Canfield-Pendegast, owner of the theatre, stood next to Judith, his face contorted in fury. He clenched his chubby hands.
A wave of dizziness swept through Sophia. The stage lights dimmed. Her knees buckled. As she crumpled to the ground, one final thought followed her into the darkness. I’ve just lost my position as prima dona of the Canfield-Pendegast Opera Company.
”
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Debra Holland (Singing Montana Sky (Montana Sky, #7))
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That’s how good the money is.” He paused and stuffed the catalog back into his pocket, then added, “Women’s clothes are wonderful, don’t you think? Only the other day I met a man who said he traveled in ladies’ lingerie. . . .” “Are you sure he was all right?” Martin asked Mr. Slack a bit dubiously. He had heard talk of one very remote camp where the tough, strong lumberjacks apparently chose to dress in women’s clothing as they sang songs about their big choppers, but he hadn’t believed it. Until now, anyway.
”
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Terry Pratchett (The Shepherd's Crown (Discworld, #41; Tiffany Aching, #5))
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I’ve been hiding,” the man intoned gravely. “Lady Bly is in full force this year—swearing like a sailor and insisting on cutting down trees herself. She’s a mad woman. Who thinks she’s a lumberjack.” “She’s an American,” Sebastian replied dryly.
”
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Courtney Sharp (A Scandal for Christmas (Christmas at Bly House #2))
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Why did it have to be him? Of all the people on Earth, he was the one I’d ached to see. The one I wanted to make amends with. The one I never wanted to disappoint again.
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Never touch anything with the tip of the saw, especially the top of the tip.” It sounded kinda dirty, but I was probably just horny. I mean, I was definitely horny, but I had to focus. “Got it.
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Don’t stand right behind the chainsaw. To the left. Spread your legs.” Those three words made me hard.
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Don’t stand right behind the chainsaw. To the left. Spread your legs.” Those three words made me hard. Shit. I knew I was lonely, but… Shit. Face hot, I did as I was told, reminding myself I was holding a deadly saw and that this wasn’t a jerk-off fantasy. I prayed my jacket covered me enough. “You can get on your knees if you want.” Not. Helping.
”
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Who needed an alarm when I had a raging erection to wake me?
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Hell. Only ten minutes until I had to get up, so no point in going back to sleep. It would be hard anyway. Since I was hard. “How witty. Aren’t I supposed to be a writer? And when did I start talking to myself?
”
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Now, he laugh-snorted at his own trash talk, and the sound hit me harder than any snowball. Right in the feels, as the kids probably never said anymore.
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Nothing sexual about this. Nothing romantic. It’s first aid.
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Sorry,” he rasped. “Like I said, I stink.” Jesus, I wanted to bury my face in his armpit.
”
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Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Ah, the truth comes out!” My smile faded as I traced his spit-slick lips with my finger. Spit-slick lips. Almost rhymes.
”
”
Keira Andrews (Lumberjack Under the Tree (Love at the Holidays))
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Posters of skeletons are far less motivational than actual skeletons...The dead win every game they ever play.
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GennaRose Nethercott (The Lumberjack's Dove)
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Sometimes the abandoned never makes it free of the forest.
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”
GennaRose Nethercott (The Lumberjack's Dove)
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Never ask a story for answers.
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”
GennaRose Nethercott (The Lumberjack's Dove)
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You’re covered in blood,” Felix noted.
Jericho snorted. “Yeah, kind of a hazard of the job.”
Felix scoffed. “Yeah, but you’re also wearing that weird smug, smirky look you only get whenever you get laid, and since you were in an abandoned cabin with Trevor the perv, we’re…alarmed.” He flicked his hand dramatically.
“Alarmed,” Jericho echoed.
Arsen leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. “Did you fuck Trevor the perv, Coe?"
Felix pulled a face. “I’m just hoping he fucked him before he killed him, not after. Once you cross that line, you don’t come back.”
Jericho tried to follow their dizzying thought process, but before he could formulate a response, Nico and Levi arrived. Fuck. Levi looked like a wanted poster had fucked a tattoo model. His inky dark hair fell in his face, and he sucked on a Dum-Dum lollipop. Nico’s springy blond curls hung in his face. He looked surprisingly angelic for somebody who was such a little monster.
“What’s up? Why’s everybody looking so constipated?” Levi asked.
“Coe fucked Trevor the perv,” Arsen said, as if this was fact and not their wild speculation.
Levi wrinkled his nose. “That dude was gay? Or was he, like”—he mimed a blowjob—“trying to bribe his way out of it?”
Jericho’s face contorted at the idea of a blowjob from greasy ass Trevor, but they paid him no mind.
Nico also looked disgusted. “What the fuck, man? Like, I get it. Who hasn’t wanted to fuck somebody they killed or kill somebody they fucked? But it’s a slippery slope, man.”
“This is what I told him,” Arsen said, shaking his head. “Once you cross that line…”
“Jesus Christ. I didn’t fuck Trevor the perv. I killed Trevor the perv,” Jericho said, walking around the four of them to head to his office, attempting to close the door behind him. His brother caught it and swung it back open.
“If you didn’t fuck Trevor, then who was it? And don’t lie and say it didn’t happen. Your after orgasm glow never lies,” Arsen said, flopping down into a chair hard enough to rock it back dangerously far before it righted itself.
“I—” Jericho shook his head. “I ran into a guy.”
“With your dick?” Levi asked.
Nico’s brows knitted together. “In the middle of the woods?”
“Like, a homeless man in the woods? A… What’s the word? A hobo?” Arsen asked.
Levi elbowed him. “We don’t call them that anymore. Show some respect.”
Arsen shrugged. “Sorry. What do you call a man roaming the woods looking for sex?”
“A lie,” Felix said, his mouth set in a hard line. “No way my brother banged some hot, sweaty lumberjack in the woods. That’s not his type.” His long, elegant fingers trailed over his collarbones, a slow smile spreading along his face as his brother seemed to get lost in his own lumberjack fantasy.
“I—”
“There’s nothing in the woods but animals and Sasquatch,” Nico said.
“Sasquatch?” Levi parroted.
Nico nodded. “Yeah, you know. Bigfoot.”
“Did you fuck Bigfoot?” Levi asked, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a pop.
”
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Onley James (Moonstruck (Necessary Evils, #3))
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Oh, I’m sorry,” she snapped, tossing it off. “I forgot that if we don’t talk about your feelings every few hours, you devolve into a hipster lumberjack. Never mind how I’m feeling.
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Brittany Cavallaro (The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes, #2))
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wasn’t a lie. Jacob did have to pee. He also had to get away from Connolly. He didn’t know what drunk Jacob had intended when he’d propositioned that huge, furry lumberjack of a man, but now, he definitely wasn’t sure he was tall enough to ride that ride. Whatever liquor-fueled courage he’d had last night
”
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Onley James (Satisfying (Elite Protection Services, #4.5))
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I mean, how could I fail at being a lumberjack? Trees don’t move. Or bite you. Or spit fireballs. Or sneak up on you and hiss and blow up half your house when you’re least expecting it.
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Cube Kid (Diary of an 8-Bit Warrior: An Unofficial Minecraft Adventure (8-Bit Warrior, #1))
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knowledge of the environment helped her: she just walked calmly by the creatures, confident that they generally do not attack humans. The stream supplied her with ample clean water and a natural path through the dense rainforest. But it gave her no real food. The only sustenance she had was some candy she had found scattered by the wreckage. She also had several open lacerations which were vulnerable to parasites. After a few days, Juliane became aware of an unusual sensation in one of the cuts on her arm. It felt a bit like an infection, but it became increasingly irritating, as if there was something in the wound. When she looked she discovered that a fly had laid its eggs in the hole in her arm. They had hatched and now maggots were writhing within her flesh. Terrified that she would lose her arm, there was little she could do without proper medical attention. As each day passed she became weaker and more vulnerable. Was she right to have followed her father’s advice? What if there were no human settlements for hundreds of miles? Maybe she should have waited to be rescued. But then, on the tenth day, she stumbled out of the jungle and almost tripped over a canoe. There was a shelter beside it, and there she waited. A few hours later, the lumberjacks who lived in the shelter finished their day’s work
”
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Collins Maps (Extreme Survivors: 60 of the World’s Most Extreme Survival Stories)