The wub watched him. Presently it padded out of the room, edging past the Captain. It went down the hall, deep in meditation.
Category: Science Fiction
2 B R 0 2 B by Kurt Vonnegut
The woman had a lot of facial hair—an unmistakable mustache, in fact. A curious thing about gas-chamber hostesses was that, no matter how lovely and feminine they were when recruited, they all sprouted mustaches within five years or so.
A Princess of Mars, by Edgar Rice Burroughs
As I approached I found Dejah Thoris lying prone upon her silks and furs, her lithe form wracked with sobs. She did not notice my presence, nor did she hear me speaking with Sola, who was standing a short distance from the vehicle.