The ghost tried hard to communicate with the living, but mostly just ended up scaring the hell out of people, and he began to spend less and less time bothering, instead finding solace in the household pets.

The wind whipped down Bourbon Street, sending the ladies' skirts to flapping and rattling the Mardi Gras beads of the drunken college kids.

When Cecilia spoke of her life it was always in the past tense, as if it only existed in her memory.

As he grew older he realized that the establishment he fought against as a youth and whom he considered rigid in its thinking were in fact far less so than he had been.

All he wanted was to buy a house and settle down, thinking a VA loan was the way to go, but now he was looking down the wrong end of a gun barrel thousands of miles from home.

Johnny was an Elvis impersonator with a problem, that is, he wasn't young enough anymore to be the younger version, but was too thin for the fat older version.

Whenever she smelled Jasmine she thought of the night in New Orleans when everything had gone terribly wrong.