For some strange reason this title reminds me of a nursery rhyme. Or a jump rope chant or something like that. But I think such a story would be about children definately, and perhaps Oliver Twist-ish. Maybe satiric? I'd read it anyway...
Honor
"I am beginning to despair and can see only two choices: either go crazy or turn holy."
It's just a vauge idea of what the series I'm working on might be named. It's actually more of a working title. I'm not really sure if I like it though.
I'm not entirely sure what I think of it. It didn't help that when I saw it I said "bean" rather than "bin" (phonetically, that is). It doesn't tell me a whole lot about the story, so I'm not sure what to expect.
Death Machine
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Sounds like a drama story with two brothers who have never met but find out about each other. They then go on a guest to find each other and it spirals out of control...
Sorry, i got carried away. I would propably read it.
Ah, I like the receipts thing...tomatoes might be a little too random? It's not an entirely whacky combination, though, so you might have to have a pretty flashy cover for me to pick it up. ^_~
Pretty Little Rags and Bones
Similar, auf Deutsch: Lumpen und Knochen
Graffiti is the most passionate form of literature there is.
It's too long and cluncky for me (the English, that is) "pretty little rags" or "pretty little bones" would work but the "Rags and Bones" just fills it out too much. As to the German? It's German! I like it.
Death Machine
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
I'm thinkin' some sort of uber-whacked-out death-metal sort of thing, with something like Vegnagun thrown in. Bearing that in mind, I might glance at the blurbs.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky
of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can home
or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart) — e.e. cummings