We reveled in ignorance mistakenly believing it would lead to bliss.

The sun continued to rise and set but the world had stopped turning for her.

Dread was the only emotion Iris felt for her job.

The purest water from the deepest well could not quench his thirst.

They watched the squirrel busily preparing for winter but never bothered to take its lesson to heart.

The fire's appetite was inextinguishable.

Sheila never forgot what it felt like the first time she saw the ocean at night.

He hated anything new without realizing at one time everything was new, including him.

Binary thinking was killing empathy.

They hated the way she shined and did whatever they could to tear her down but to no avail.

The morning after the party, reality sat like a fat dog on Lisa's chest and refused to move no matter how much she tried to shake it off.

The words were as worthless as the man uttering them.

Most of life was just downtime between meals to Mike's thinking. 

Who was this damned piper everyone had to eventually pay?

Pondering the ways of the world took up most of my time leaving only a small window for making money and cleaning the house.

When Gus' priest told him God always took special care of the lowest and most feeble of his flock he was both comforted and a little put out by Father Murphy's assessment of him.

She did a better job nursing her grudges than raising her kids.

Enemies and friends were interchangeable in this new world.

Roy's job prospects dropped precipitously when he got "FTW" tattooed on his forehead but not half as much as when the horn implants went in.

Constantly playing Devil's advocate had begun to eat away at his soul.

The physicist who specialized in quantum mechanics and the historian who only saw the big picture couldn't agree on anything having to do with time.

Like the blistering summer asphalt viciousness bubbled and flared under the hot sun.

From the distance of old age Frank was able to make out the reoccurring historical patterns in everything from fashion to fascism and it never turned out better the second, third or fourth time around. 

The camaraderie of the marches with their bright banners with catchy slogans and loud chanting was really what she cared about.

They spoke the same language yet could no longer communicate.

The fire was all consuming.

Free from the tyranny of technology her mood lightened that weekend in the woods.

We celebrated Independence Day by moving to Canada.

Like a junky who'd gone too long without a score Jane was sick of technology but unable to go on without it.

He wondered if all his creativity had finally dried up like paint left on a palette too long. 

Their voices rang out in unison but still no one listened.