Eric was forced by circumstances to think of life expectancy in terms of days rather than years.

There was blood all over the hot concrete.

"We're all whores for something," she purred.

The naked water skiing incident earned Maria a permanent place in the town's mythology.

They were hated one day, beloved the next.

The air was thick with the smell of roasting peanuts and cotton candy.

Lance realized he was literally afraid for his life around his wife.

The hard-living author turned to children's books as a way back to his family. 

The wild life became an undue burden for the band, but because they had built up such a reputation for partying they felt it would be unseemly to stop.

"The hobo's life wasn't no storybook," he grumbled and spat.

The weekend was like water in the desert.

Walt always knew if you stayed in one place long enough something interesting was bound to happen. 

They slapped the title "DEMOCRACY" on the little country, turned their backs and let the slaughter and corruption take its course.

For the former Sergeant there were no more gun battles or life and death decisions, just which side dish to have with his chicken.

Life is fragile, I realized, as the windshield shattered.

She had an encyclopedic knowledge of guns, but preferred discussing sewing techniques and hotdish recipes.

Her half-smile and veiled eyes gave nothing away.

Nothing bad happened.

The hordes were on the outskirts.

Burt felt cut-off from his coworkers since he hated sports, despised television and felt pop culture was for cretins.

She couldn't tell if it was the Bubblegum pop blaring from the mall speakers or the smell of corn dogs coming from the food court that made her woozy whenever she was forced to shop there.

He hates reading the obits because he sees it as lost opportunities to learn their life stories first-hand.

Julie's fan base was small - three people - and while dedicated, they weren't quite enough to support a writing career.

His Natasha turned out to be a Boris.

Everyone wanted more.

As he lay dying Ralph realized he had been a hack artist and wished he had followed his muse, the world be damned.

The serial killer was angry about being dubbed the Rubber Ducky Drowner - due to the police finding said item at the first crime scene - and vowed to have it changed to something cooler.

Upon reflection, wearing a bear costume to rob the bank wasn't such a good idea.

They rolled out the old politician every four years to give his blessing to the next yahoo with family connections and fistfuls of cash.

Slow dancing to an 80s power ballad they recalled a simpler time of big hair and skin-tight spandex.