The clouds tumbled across the darkening sky.

With the first snowfall Turner Falls quickly went from sleepy village to glittering resort.

His body was regulated by medication, his time by work, his mind by inexpressible desires.

She was an aficionado of disaster movies, drinking in the existential angst like mother's milk.

The jury, hung over from the holidays, were in a hanging mood.

It was a perfect Brooklyn Sunday afternoon as I stumbled drunkenly down Flatbush Avenue arm-in-arm with Sandy loudly singing Johnny Cash songs.

After he was charged with making death threats Barney realized telemarketing wasn't for him.

I wondered what had become of the girl with the white rose in her hand of whom I found a photograph in a junk shop.

Tater Jenkins was busted for smashing old man Franklin's prize pumpkins after he failed to wipe the goo from his shoes.

After the arrest they turned on each other like street dogs fighting for a bone.

Her dreams that night stirred up forgotten feelings for a long-gone lover.

The dinner burned while they made love.

The old man sat gazing out at the ocean, lost not in memory, but in the quiet beauty of the moment.

The lemon tree Sylvia's parents had planted was ripped out to make room for her new pool.

Vanessa's days as a stripper long over, she nearly choked on her coffee when she heard a high pitched, girlish squeal accompanied by someone yelling "Twinkle!," her former stage name, as she and the other executives crossed 5th Avenue.

"I'm pregnant," she drunkenly slurred.

The queen's villainy was such that for hundreds of years after her death, even as the exact nature of her transgressions became hazy, the people burned her in effigy on her birthday.

For weeks Tito had been unable to get the song "Super Freak" out of his head, wreaking havoc on his ability to write, record or perform his own music.

His yacht,"Rainbow's End," sat rotting in dry dock next to other ships in various states of decay whose equally optimistic names told of their owners' belief that they had reached the pinnacle of success.

On a Sisyphean journey to change his family's attitudes towards his chosen career as a lion tamer, Orlando's misstep of bringing a lion cub to Thanksgiving (it stole the turkey and trimmings, licked Aunt Sally's face bloody) set things back several years.

As the rubber bullets whizzed by his head and the Molotov cocktail left his hand and arced skyward Adam felt, for the first time in his life, like he was part of something important.

With the film crew now gone, the village tried its best to return to normal, but dreams of Hollywood stardom continued to linger resulting in former friends coming to blows over who should get top billing in the church newsletter.

The snow covered ruins half-hid the family within.

The psychological experiment went awry when the experimenter and subject, after spending 300 hours together, were married in a gaudy Vegas chapel.

The citizens' apathy was a sledgehammer to democracy.

We were a people without a center, lost at sea, in search of what we knew not.

The literary wit's sharp tongue withered under the barrage of insults from the stand-up comedian who had learned his trade in second-rate clubs in the Catskills.

Light streamed in through a crack in the clouds.

Judy and John crisscrossed the country in search of love and found it when their cars crashed into one another.

They easily recognized the consumer logos, but were lost when it came to flora and fauna.