Monday, October 31, 2011

Sunday, October 30, 2011

He stared into the eyes of death in the shape of a double-barreled shotgun held by a blond.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

The long line of sailing ships heading down river was, like the leaves falling, a sure sign of the changing of the season.

Friday, October 28, 2011

The sculptor rushed headlong towards the river, the word "death" seeming to float among the buildings, but when he reached the bridge he was suddenly struck by the beauty of the dappled sunlight on the water and at once he was himself again.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

For Mr. White loan sharking was a losing proposition, since he was now competing with the bankers.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The sounds, like distant thunder cracks, meant that the war would soon by on their doorstep.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Our little friend, now long dead, began to appear in our dreams with alarming freqeuncy.
Joe's doppelganger wreaked havoc on his personal life.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

We watched the bulldozers quickly and efficiently destroy history.

Friday, October 21, 2011

The blue-gray clouds flattened against a green-gold sky, an A.P. Ryder painting seen through my window.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

That morning the gypsies were gone, leaving our town as mysteriously as they had arrived.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Judge Ed "Hang em' High" Evans had a series of notches cut into his gavel and today he planned to add another.

Monday, October 17, 2011

"Jake, we're all just one hammer click away from oblivion," he said, raising his weapon.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The scratching in the wall was bad enough, but when the moaning and clanking of chains kicked in, Ernest decided to speak to the landlord about getting a cut rate deal.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

A defiant tone was all Smith could muster with his hands bound and a gun in his back.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The mountain was ablaze in color, a signal of the impending months of death, snow and cold.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

They were a rag-tag group of friends more interested in getting high than making history, but somehow they ended up doing both.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Eventually they stopped looking up at the sky and lived their lives as if covered by a hard, opaque shell.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

He couldn’t shake the image of the deer reflected in the headlights, its back legs crushed and its front hoofs struggling uselessly as it tried to lift itself.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011

Flannigan made a career off of innuendo and double-speak working for a series of politicians who were far less intelligent than he was, but who had better hair.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

I was no mangy cur, but could be as loyal as a milk fed family pet if the mood struck.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

"A man's credit score is more important than his character," she told me over drinks.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Terence began to suspect that everything he believed was just plain wrong.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Suzette woke that morning with the greatest idea for a novel she had ever had, but between the bathroom and the kitchen she had completely forgotten what it was.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

There was no smell quite like Bourbon Street on a Sunday morning in August.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

I ran into her at a friend's party and although we had once lived together her name escaped me.
He had truly become a stranger in his own town.