S’cold here, very cold . . . in Siberia. 1993 October, Glenn Alterman, “Men’s Monologues”, in 2 Minutes and Under: Original Character Monologues for Actors, Lyme, N.H.: Smith and Kraus, →ISBN, page 1:
“Ben,” I called out to him again. His eyes slowly opened and took me in. “S’you, Jake?” he mumbled. “Yeah.” 2017 August 8, Robert J[an] Mrazek, chapter 18, in Dead Man’s Bridge (A Jake Cantrell Mystery; 1), New York, N.Y.: Crooked Lane Books, →ISBN, page 191:
“Who’d yer reckon’ll skipper, Loll?” “I dunno. S’hard to say—” 1983, Paul Wheeler, chapter 2, in Bodyline: The Novel, London: Faber and Faber, →ISBN, page 29:
Then it rang. Pick up. “Jim? Jim? Are you there?” / Something s’posed to do. Oh, yeah. Talk. “Karn. S’you?” / “Jim what’s going on?[…]” 2013, Michael Goodell, chapter 13, in Rebound, Diana, Tex.: White Bird Publications, →ISBN, page 198:
‘Hello?’ […] / ‘S’me!’ she says. / ‘Who?’ / Neve pauses, frowning. / ‘S’Neve,’ she says a bit less cheerfully. 2017 September 21, Cass Green, chapter 11, in In a Cottage in a Wood, London: HarperCollinsPublishers, →ISBN, page 61:
“I’m not drunk,” she said, waving her glass. “I never drink more than two glasses of wine.” She frowned. “Although s’hard to count when the glass is never empty.[…]” 2011, Joan Kilby, chapter 13, in In His Good Hands, Toronto, Ont.: Harlequin, →ISBN, page 231:
He touched her shoulder and she lifted herself on her elbows, head tipped up to peer at him, the eyes black-shadowed emptiness. “S’you,” she gasped. “Killed . . . guard[…]” 1965 October 1, Frank Herbert, “Book I: Dune”, in Dune, Philadelphia, Pa.: Chilton Book Company; [Toronto], Ont.: Thomas Nelson & Sons, →OCLC, page 156:
And what was my dad trying to say? Shut up? S’hot in here? Or sorry? 2007, Christine Fieldhouse, “Is Your Daddy Going to Heaven or Helen?”, in Why Do Monsters Come Out at Night?, London: Hay House, →ISBN, page 274:
“[…] Ben Corvet give me all money I want or I talk!” “Talk?” “S’you know it! I ain’t goin’ . . . .” He choked and fell back. 1996, Donald Johnston, chapter 11, in The Echoes of L’Arbre Croche, [Michigan?]: Lord & Allerton, →ISBN, part 3 (Strange Caller), page 160:
― Don’t really know ’em no. Not really. Friends of friends. Na mean. / ― S’you don’t know ’em. 1997, Nick Barlay, “Four am Monday”, in Curvy Lovebox, London: 20/20, →ISBN, page 9:
“What type of punishments?” / Her green eyes brightened. “Break you hard . . . s’you don’t get any mighty ideas of moving up to no higher level.” 2016, Jane Redd, chapter 33, in Solstice, [Lehi, Ut.]: Mirror Press, →ISBN, page 257:
Down there you also had a lot of / Intermarriage and half-breeding / S’you don’t know who’s who 1995, Daniel Alexander Jones, Earthbirds, Jazz, and Raven’s Wings (unpublished manuscript), page 18; quoted in Omi Osun Joni L. Jones, “The Blue Note: Daniel Alexander Jones”, in Theatrical Jazz: Performance, Àṣẹ, and the power of the Present Moment (Black Performance and Cultural Criticism), Columbus, Oh.: Ohio State University Press, 2015, →ISBN, part 1 (The Ensemble / Ẹgbẹ́ / Community), page 83:
William chewed and swallowed. “S’what about the Council?” “What about them?” “Aren’t they going to do anything?” 1987, Jean Ure, chapter 2, in Tea-leaf on the Roof, Oxford, Oxfordshire: Heinemann New Windmills, published 1990, →ISBN, page 17:
THANKS FOR THE OFFER CHAS, BUT EVEN IF YOU COULD GET IN, HAVING A GRANDDAD CHARGING ACROSS THE DANCE FLOOR IN HIS TESCO’S DENIM MAY NOT BE SUCH A GOOD IDEA. / S’WHAT ABOUT JOHN THEN? / IF HE’S WITH ME, CHAS, LET’S JUST SAY HE’S STILL GOT IT. 2008 July, Simon Oliver, John Constantine, Hellblazer: Chas – The Knowledge, New York, N.Y.: DC Comics, published 2009, →ISBN, [number 1]:
“S’what about the baby?” he asked, thrusting his chin out. / So he did remember. Scott was beginning to wonder. “A little girl,” he said. He added bluntly, “She lived only a few minutes.” 1990 April, Jo Goodman, “February 13, 1873—Washington, D.C.”, in Passion’s Sweet Revenge (Marshall Brothers; 2), New York, N.Y.: Zebra Books, →ISBN, page 330:
On his side, knees against his chest, Larry Childs struggled to roll onto his stomach when something kicked his leg. A white-hot ember glowed in the back of his mouth above his tongue, stealing his breath. “What the hell . . .” that voice said. “Oh, Blessed Virgin Mary, Larry, s’that you? What’s wrong?” 2005, Allen Wyler, chapter 2, in Deadly Errors, New York, N.Y.: Forge, →ISBN, page 30:
“Hallo! Jupe—s’this you?” he exclaimed—“shew! crying? shew! what’s e’matter, Jupe?” 1857, Mrs. C[harles] W[heeler] Denison [i.e., Mary Andrews Denison], “Jupe Taken to the Coffin-Maker’s House”, in Gracie Amber, New York, N.Y.: Sheldon, Blakeman & Co.; Chicago, Ill.: S[amuel] C[hapman] Griggs & Co., →OCLC, chapter XV (Jupe and the Sailor Boarding-House), page 97:
Shirley] […] S’that him there? She points at the paper. Tracey] Naw, that’s Dwane . . . 1990, John Byrne, “Throwing Up in the Gorbals”, in Your Cheatin’ Heart, London: BBC Books, →ISBN, pages 18–19:
Janis surprises them – ‘Pat? S’that you?[…]’ 2002, Hugh Collins, chapter 6, in The Licensee, Edinburgh: Canongate Crime, →ISBN, page 72:
I erd on the radio s'mornin Britain as the safest beef in the worl' 1999 August 4, c o jones, “britain^([sic]) is best ?”, in uk.rec.sheds (Usenet), archived from the original on 08 Mar 2026:
It made "Arts & Letters Daily" s'morning -- the third Meyers biography review to do so. Someone over there must have an Orwell bug. 2000 October 23, Martha Bridegam, “New Orwell biography”, in alt.books.george-orwell (Usenet), archived from the original on 08 Mar 2026:
>> clever lot us cornish!
>
>aye. surprised i was first to get it. it was already 45mins old by the
>time i read it.
must be the sun frying brains s'morning... 2000 June 18, chris r, “Currying Flavor...”, in free.uk.btinternet.chatter.refugees (Usenet), archived from the original on 08 Mar 2026: