Saturday, July 31, 2010

The kids were in bed, but instead of making love the couple made late-night sandwiches and watched TV.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Susan switched to writing erotic thrillers after she realized the market for historical gardening novels was a rather small niche.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

As Brett got older he saw his waistline expand and his savings shrink.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Lucy scratched her pockmarked arms and stared wistfully at the word "Bich" that her old boyfriend had tattooed on her wrist back in high school.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

George sat on his porch mumbling to himself about the lack of gratitude shown by his neighbors, town and country for his service during wartime, which was spent behind a desk shuffling papers.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

I had stumbled onto the greatest story ever, an asteroid was on a collision course with Earth and the public had no idea, of course it didn't really matter since they caught it too late and we were all going to die.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Her writing was filled with flights of fancy, but like Icarus she would often crash to earth, brought down not by the sun's rays, but by a lack of facts in her stories, something required in the work of a journalist.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

"The Democrats are all rich and like to give to the poor, while all the Republicans are poor and like to give to the rich, so it all works out, ya see?" said Flip, a toothy grin covering most of his wide face.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"That's what happened to the 60's, they became old doddering men," he said watching the once-famous musician shuffle across the street.

Monday, July 19, 2010

The banging on the door kept up while Cherry hid in the closet waiting for the inevitable.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The darkness was all pervasive, blinding, filling his lungs, pinning him down.
Their house, like the family, was slowly falling into disrepair.

Friday, July 16, 2010

They stared out at the shimmering desert and watched the train move across the horizon.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The old woman's tales tottered along as she sipped her scotch by fire light.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

"Summer is upon us," grumbled the police detective as the scanner crackled to life and a voice began to rattle of a number of 911 calls.

Monday, July 12, 2010

"Give me a cutesy-pie balloon kid and a real bloody fight picture," shouted Sturgess to the photo department from behind his desk that was stacked with random papers, old coffee cups and cigarette butts.
The arrow whizzed by his face so close he could feel its heat on his cheek.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Phelps had no wife or family and considered his shop as such, so when it went belly-up, he was left with a gaping hole in his heart and its demise was akin to losing a busload of kin.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Friday, July 9, 2010

The sound emanated from deep within Smithy, a belch so loud it rattled the restaurant's windows, scared several waiters into dropping trays overflowing with food and caused one rotund diner to shriek and run from the building shouting that a terrorist attack had just been perpetrated.
She danced like she lived her life, with no apparent control but with great beauty.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

They verbally jousted on a daily basis and spent their time parsing out the words each chose to use, even in the most mundane of conversations.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sunday, July 4, 2010

"You're good looking, you don't think too much and you're a gun owner," commented Trapman, champing on his cigar, "please tell me you're going into politics."

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

The abandoned rag doll lay on the road like all the lost hopes of youth.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The storm was approaching and the sky, looking like a three-day-old bruise, throbbed with anticipatory energy.