Art took a cue from his lazy old dog and fell asleep on the sun-soaked porch.

The researcher was confused by his sexual feelings for the mummy he was studying.

Her eyes were a mysterious sea full of dangerous rip tides and foam-tinged eddies.

Eventually the end would come, but until that day she would continue to dance her ass off. 

War weary after five years of violence, both sides agreed to a woeful truce.

The crow chased the thieving seagull.

We waited with growing trepidation for any scrap of news from passing strangers in the weeks following the Day of Which No One Speaks.

The meat crackled and spat emitting a smell that, like chlorine, we would always associate with those lost summers of childhood.

He'd been the pecan pie eating champ of the county for nearly 20 years when he fell in defeat to his own son who he has refused to eat desert with since.

I woke up with the realization that my life was nothing more than a bunch of worn out clichés, which was itself a cliché. 

As the bullets whizzed by his head, Bill realized he hated his job.

Given half a chance, Doug, like a turtle retreating into its shell, would head to the river to watch the tugs chug by.

Tracey was always amazed that she could go to sleep in one country and awake in another as long as she had money, time and the inclination. 

He began to resemble the sausages he so loved.

The land in that part of the country seemed to dip and roll, rollicking like a young pup, before giving way to the mountains.

"The rich subsumed and co-opted our ideas, our art and our style and then sent us to prison," Ray commented from the next cell.

The perpetual motion machine Ivan spent countless hours and his life savings on did nothing more than bang and wheeze before self-immolating.

They moved forward with guns raised towards the crowd who paid their salaries.

Hank only ran from good women and guns.

The professional smile hid a deep river of tumult.

She considered everything in life just an opportunity for a YouTube video. 

The moon appeared ready to devour the world. 

Derek survived on the detritus of the Western world.

Usually unflappable, her eyes held his and he found himself unable to speak.

Memories came crashing into her consciousness like a baseball bat slamming into her head. 

The candle sputtered and died, plunging the room into darkness.

The bombing only steeled their reserve.

The whiskey burned, but not half as much as the memories.

They unhurriedly bore the litter down the mountain, the man's arms dragging the ground as they descended. 

Literal to a fault Larry crawled into the cramped accommodations meant for his dog after his wife locked him out of the house.

The grackles groused about the finches.