Joe's beard was constantly full of wood shavings from his furniture making and was considered by all the local birds and rodents to provide the best material for nesting.

She wore angora sweaters and smelled like honey.

The doors burst open and in tumbled the shoppers, their eyes on the shiny prize.

They gave thanks through gluttony.

The blinding light drove them back.

The smell of poverty clung to me like a moth-eaten overcoat.

She jogged to Thanksgiving dinner and did calisthenics between courses, hoping this would balance out her glutenous behavior at the overabundant table.

It started with little things being off, a screwdriver moved from its normal place, the fridge door left ajar, but soon Dave could no longer deny that there was something in his house that he had not invited in.

The crowd erupted in anger at the announcement.

The greasepaint smudge on the interviewer's collar, which resembled a dancing cat, distracted Nora to the point where she eventually stopped answering his questions and just dumbly stared, unable to pull her eyes away.

The clacking of the keyboards sounded like machine gun fire.

He was the one who liked to ask the questions.

She racked up degrees at a stunning rate but never settled on a career and ended up waitressing.

The sun glints off the helmets' visors as the police begin to move forward in a tight line.

The disco ball exploded, shattered glass raining down on the frightened dancers, as the gunmen moved slowly towards the bar.

Greg was universally lauded by his fellow competitive eaters for his glorious death by chocolate. 

His hatred of cramped spaces made life in Tokyo terrible indeed.

The old bull gave up trying to swish the bugs away and become an insect playground.

The pie sailed through the air and Will hoped hilarity would ensue, but instead he found himself in handcuffs.

An acrid smoke-laden wind blew across the battlefield.

She was a peacock who sashayed through life with a swagger and a wink.

We stood arm in arm atop the wall that had kept us apart so long.

His kids ratted him out to his wife on a daily basis and Burt wondered aloud how he had failed to instill fidelity in them.

They sat half-hidden on the garage roof with their BB guns at the ready.

Once her daily affirmations stopped working Lucy resorted to swilling whiskey and cursing the world.

After the election they packed up and moved to Canada even though they hated the cold.

The sky was a painting so exquisite that Raoul lost heart for his own art.

He awoke wondering how to keep time from slipping away.

The wind sounded like crashing waves.

The ghosts and ghouls, hung over and face paint smeared, stumbled away from the beds they had haunted the night before and hoped no one they knew would see them on that long walk home.