We watched them moving along the ridgeline like so many ants with that same inevitable onward movement towards us.

Adrift like a sailor lost at sea, I began to see my fellow man as nothing more than my next meal and stole what I needed from their hearts and minds.

At that point he knew his life would have a definitive end and it wasn't too far off.

Her frail body hid a mind as sharp and hard as a cold steel trap.

The blogger blogged in vain as he was nothing but a longwinded bore.

All that was left was a scar and a memory.

History was the lens through which he viewed all matters, whether personal, professional, or political.

The party devoured itself from within.

"Chaos is not satisfying. We always want someone to blame," the agent told me as he bound my hands.

We watched the village burn, made jokes, and passed the joint back and forth.

The endless choices made Christy's head spin and kept her in stasis, unable to choose.

"I don't believe in ghosts and yet they still haunt me," she said haltingly, her eyes staring fixedly at a space above my head.

Our history was rewritten with every new ruler.

The clock and calendar couldn't truly measure the exquisite agony of the passage of time between their visits with one another.

The block became a civic battle zone with neighbors verbally sparring at every turn.

I felt myself quickly losing steam like a cheap Chinese wind-up doll that hadn't had its key cranked far enough by its fat-fingered owner.

The show was such a snooze Stan had to pinch himself to keep from falling asleep and hid his pain through the smile pasted on his face for his date's sake.

The mud sucked at their boots slowing the long retreat.

Each day the chasm grew while stable mental ground gave way.

We were well versed in the law but not the concept of justice.

Like a lazy seagull resting on the sea, refusing to take wing,  I let life take me where it would, never bothering to help set the course.

The erotic possibilities of her nights got Betsy through her humdrum days.

My voice failed me then and the house of cards that my mind had become came tumbling down.

The numbers didn't lie like the CEO did.

The terrible news hung in the house like the haze of an L.A. day.

He was numb and unable to process the news.

My mind continually returned to the night's events as if on a never-ending loop.

She wondered aloud why anyone would put themselves in the position of subservience as she sharpened her knife.

The riddle rattled Tad who stood agog before the sentry who had posed the problem.

Jack realized the gun at his side would be useless against this enemy.

The dream of his grandmother led to the opening of long forgotten secrets.