It was a generation who was dead inside long before their bodies caught up.

The facade had become all.

Things left unsaid, undone, died with him.

Her melancholic moods required Erik Satie and strong tea.

When they tore into the wall to repair the plumbing they discovered a whole civilization within, generations of creatures who'd been living side-by-side with them for years.

The day dwellers and the night stalkers shared only dusk and dawn.

The ice was thin but she believed it could hold her.

The blustery wind was a harbinger of the political climate.

The truth was technology was never going to save us from ourselves.

As she grew older Shelly wondered why certain people, some she didn't even really like, stayed her friends, while others to whom she felt deep and abiding love fell out of her life.

After the final episode, they had nothing left to talk about at work.

We preferred to blame the poor.

"There's a special place in hell for corrupt cops and animal abusers, but when they're one and the same, that's just going too far," he said and spat on the ground in disgust.

With all that was going wrong in the world, she wondered whether making art was still a worthwhile pursuit.

Through the rabbit hole I descended into a world of crime and corruption from which there was no escape.

We were being entertained to death.

Mack's mental wheels were spinning but he felt as if they were stuck in the mud and getting him nowhere.

This is not fiction: the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is three times the size of France.

He looked to his dog for most of life's burning questions and the answers were consistent: either attack it head on or ignore it and go back to sleep.

Iris, now in her eighties, still enjoyed a good hallucagenic trip from time to time to clear out the cobwebs.

Like a cat soaking up the last bit of sun slanting in through the window, he sipped his final drink before closing time. 

The snap of the automatic door locks made her look up from her phone and it was then she realized they were on a lonely and very dark stretch of road.

Neither perspiration nor inspiration seemed to be forthcoming.

They realized that it didn't matter how they would be portrayed in the history books because there wouldn't be anyone alive to read them.

Nothing was revealed yet all was known.

Footfalls on the cobblestones behind him quickened his own step.

Be bold.

A fleeting moment of connection led to a lifetime of friendship.

The darkest hours held the deepest truths.

If Tim took his eyes off of things for even a moment they began to slide for as he knew entropy was the engine that drove the universe.

Home is where the dog is.