The Sci Fi Catholic Yak Module
Frank Herbert: All persons who desire to kiss will first need to take bindu-prana training for kissing.
H. G. Wells: The Martians are lucky because they don't want or need to kiss each other. Among humans, however, only hardy kissers will retain their freedom; wimpy kissers will become Martian food.
Histor
Harlan Ellison: I have no mouth but I must kiss!
Nice! I'm glad to see that this kissing theme continues with many variations.
Best wishes,
Cynthia
Gene Wolfe: He kissed the hetaira's delectable lips while squeezing her callpygian rump. Or did he?
William Gibson: They kissed awkwardly in the dirty, faintly neon-lit alleyway, their lips having been replaced by tiny Japanese nanotech factories, bought off the black market.
Philip K. Dick: They kissed, and he was happy. But it felt wrong somehow, so he opened his eyes and saw her face falling into hideous ruin. It was then that he realized that he wasn't himself, and this place wasn't real and that their kiss was a lie. Then they came to arrest him.
Wow, these are great entries!
The Jules Verne Kiss: The boring English gentleman gets to kiss the girl, but everyone wishes the interesting French contortionist would get to instead.
The Anne McCaffrey Kiss: Maybe someday we'll discover a race of hunk alien men who can kiss much better than any human men.
The J. K. Rowling Kiss: Lots and lots of teenage snogging, but it has to mean something.
Ooh, I've got one!
The Masamune Shirow Kiss: The sexy mercenary leaned in and kissed her android companion...I think. Actually, I'm not sure what the heck they're doing.
The Paul Sizer Kiss: Mind you, I've nothing against kissing; I just don't use it unless it will help develop the characters.
Masamune Shirow?!?
Dude, that's just wrong...
OMIGOSH, this is totally hilarious. Elliot's are great, too. The Heinlein one just about sent me to the hospital for oxygen!
Let's see:
The Joanna Russ kiss: She kissed her, and she thought that this couldn't be better, not with men, no with any man, because men suck.
The Patricia McKillip kiss: The tower raised its golden grandeur over the green land, its walls saturated with the light of the summer sun, and he knew it was only there, in the legendary chamber with the tapestries of the forgotten beasts of Kinuko, that he could kiss her and bring an end to the madness of battles and riddles. There, in the kiss, would be the answer.
Theodore Sturgeon kiss: Her pale skin seem to pucker, goosefleshed, beckoning, telling him how very lonely she'd been without him. His alien hands, scaly and blue, touched her. The touch broke him into fragments, and all of the pieces that made up his foreign flesh floated over her and kissed her, kissed her, kissed her: her hair, her eyes, her shoulders, her elbows, and her lips. She sighed and said his true name. At last, for that space of time when all they could do was kiss and sigh, they were not unknown and they were not alone.
Mir, suddenly wishing hubby was home. :D
The Tanith Lee kiss: My first kiss was forced upon me by the cold lips of the black-eyed lord of darkness, but then a vampire caught my eye in Paradys. But my truest kiss came with the taste of silver metal. Perhaps, someday, if I wish and pray and happen upon a kind fairy godmother, I'll get to kiss a normal man who just wants a couple of kids and a house in Vermont.
The Frank Herbert kiss. Mmmm. Spicy.
The Lois McMaster Bujold Kiss: She bent down, lower, lower, lower. There. Smooch.
Mir
The Dean Koontz Kiss: Prolonged and horrific, this kiss has a strangely redemptive ending.
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