The dead and living, the known and hidden, the darkness and light all moved inexorably towards each other. 

Reading the ancient poem, tears began to trickle down her face as she realized she had fallen in love with a man who had died a thousand years ago. 

The End Times couldn't come fast enough, in Eric's opinion. 

Other's overwhelming acts of kindness toward Ophelia left little impression upon her but even the slightest of slights remained vividly embossed upon her memory until the day she died. 

Every grbled wrd he wrote showed a lack of a tidy mind (or a dcent decent editor).  

Their love was like waves of heat rising off the pavement. 

The moth to flame, a heart in ashes, reborn as a warm sigh.  

Your dystopia is someone else's paradise. 

She still hated to contemplate the deadly road that nearly claimed her. 

 If history taught us anything, it was that things could always get worse.

His face was scarred, but his smile was radiant. 

 They wanted a pet but got a wild ravenous beast. 

We'd become lost on a vast vacuous sea of our own making clinging to jetsam earlier generations had tossed aside as useless. 

 An inner turmoil—a seething, lava-like anger—began to bubble up to the surface. 

 The old man sat on the cold ground cradling his guitar like a lover. 

 The thin green tendril, a tiny sprout, held all the secrets of life within itself. 

 The cracked and filth-stained windows of the abandoned buildings reflected the city's mood. 

Karl had finally reached the age at which he stopped caring about others' opinions. 

The wolf must eat, also. 

Random phrases and stray lyrics rattled through Lyndsay's brain constantly. 

The top of the heap made him no happier. 

 As she grew older Priscilla began to appreciate the smallest of things—a blue jay cocking its head as it ate on her windowsill, the taste of her morning tea—understanding that these were gifts not everyone was able to experience. 

It was all so overwhelming until it was done and in hindsight had been easily achieved. 

 The birds are quietly leaving and soon we will all follow. 

His time in isolation had made him a bit more sage in his responses and gave him an air of intelligence heretofore unseen (and dubious, it would turn out).  

While billionaires fight over the moon, the earth burns and violence begins to bubble. 

She found abnormality in the normal and serenity in the strange. 

 Don't drink the water, eat the food, breathe the air, or talk to anyone, but be sure to have a good time because stress will kill you.  

Hiding in the internet age was no easy feat. 

 Shawna tailored the conversation with her old friend she hadn't seen in years to best highlight her maturity and downplay all the recklessness that still pervaded her life.

Will wasted his energy thinking of excuses to avoid expending it by working out.