Thursday, November 30, 2017

Where was the child promised who would lead them in the coming war?

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

The end was the beginning was the end before she wrote the middle.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Debonaire to the end Douglass died attempting to climb a rickety ivy-covered trellis to woo a young woman whose bedroom window was a tad too high.

Monday, November 27, 2017

We were living within the pages of a dystopian novel but were unwilling to concede the fact.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Driving through DC got him thinking about the difference between psychopaths and sociopaths.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Jane, who was nearly trampled to death at a Black Friday sale five years before and considered it a badge of honor, was shocked at how lackluster the younger shoppers now were.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Time was a fast-talking used car salesman who promised one thing but delivered something else entirely.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

His joy at the good news was tempered by the knowledge that bad things happened all the time.

Monday, November 20, 2017

The wind whipped across the valley carrying the smell of smoke with it.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

As she lay in the dark cell a short poem written more than eight hundred years ago that began "Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence" repeated in her head and helped keep her alive.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Dan could dance around race issues with the mental equivalent of Fred Astaire's fancy footwork. 

Friday, November 17, 2017

That night the wine flowed instead of the tears we should have shed but couldn't.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

The wonder of it all, the great and terrible, the ridiculous and sublime, kept Katherine from slipping into oblivion.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Dick's wife and kids never listened to him so he got a dog but it quickly acclimated to the home and soon stopped listening too.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Sunday, November 12, 2017

That summer we lived poolside subsisting on vodka and pills stolen from your parents.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

He was old enough to see the continual recycling of popular culture but continued to buy into it anyway.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Adele wondered if her lack of success as an adult stemmed from her picture-perfect childhood.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The wine flowed at the table laden with a simple, hearty meal and soon the strangers weren't strangers any longer.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The sunset—a riot of reds, golden yellow, and plum purple—slayed my foul mood.

Monday, November 6, 2017

If these truly were the end days, she wondered, than what was the point of doing homework.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

As the tension built almost to breaking the night sounds suddenly stopped and with a rustle and a snap the killing was over.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Friday, November 3, 2017

There was something about blustery days and sad music that Alice deeply loved.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

The twist of the knife was a twist of fate that left her twisting in the wind.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

They shoved the Halloween junk into the storage room and cranked up "Jingle Bells" on the store's sound system.