Thursday, January 31, 2013

I woke up that morning feeling like the ground beneath me was shifting, with my parents now dead my past life was over and I was no longer a child.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

In their war-torn land there was no love, only lust and expediency.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Monday, January 28, 2013

Dale's lottery money went fast, spent on strange items like a massive million dollar gear that he found attractive and the 1,000 statues of himself he planned to be buried with, which he had commissioned from a famous Chinese artist.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Averse to any confrontation, Priscilla exclusively wrote puff pieces for the paper, but found that whatever subject she chose there was always some reader who had a problem with it.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The short, wrinkled and hairless old lecher looked like a naked mole rat and elicited pity rather than shock when he flashed passers-by.

Friday, January 25, 2013

After the freeze, the men prepared to go out on the river to begin cutting the ice, the threat of falling through always in their minds.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Amidst the smoke, mud and blood he recognized his brother across no-man's land.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The barbarous bar owner was known for throwing flaming shots in the faces of unsatisfied customers.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The world was in shambles, but the band played on.
Behind the podium he was like a god, the crowds emotions rising and falling with the cadence of his words.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The songwriter had been in a slump until he was inspired by the rhythm of the dripping water from his leaky roof as it hit the pot he had laid out to catch it.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Star-struck by the washed-up, third-rate child actor the waitress slipped him extra bacon and hovered near his table, coffee pot at the ready.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Fallen from grace, he turned his deceit into a million-selling tell-all.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

She had worked for every fly-by-night, work-at-home company in existence, but as a shut-in with no friends the products just piled up as her money dwindled.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

They emerged into the stinging light after weeks underground, their lives and health shattered.

Monday, January 14, 2013

His head wrapped in foil to prevent the mind control rays from influencing him, Tate called a reporter at the local paper to tell him what he knew about the imminent invasion.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Lost in the Ramble of Central Park at dusk he kept stumbling over strange men standing in the shadows, waiting.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

They rose up against their captors — the movement began in the gerbil cages and quickly spread throughout the pet store — and took to the streets, gathering force from the newly escaped zoo animals.

Friday, January 11, 2013

The war, now in its second decade, had become the norm, a slight hum above the everyday din of life.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Judy fell for him believing he was a starry-eyed poet, but discovered he was a hard-drinking womanizer who happened to write verse.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The cashier was a sullen, sallow girl whose skin was so pale it appeared translucent.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

He controlled his paper route like a personal fiefdom, paying other boys a pittance to do his bidding.

Monday, January 7, 2013

When the hearse got stuck in traffic the belief held by Blake's friends — that he indeed would be later for his own funeral — was fulfilled. 

Sunday, January 6, 2013

She was held under the waves by the mass of bodies above her desperately trying to get to the shore.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Solidad surreptitiously worked for her boss' greatest enemy, his ex-wife, on the weekends, to both make ends meet and to secretly stick it to him.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Turner's lawyer had a bigger rap sheet than he did, but no one was better at working the system.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

A year's worth of chicken scratch on random scraps of paper was all Adele had for her editor.