"Hell, Drake," the defense attorney said to the DA, "every victim you get is a criminal, and every criminal has at one time been a victim...Let this one walk."

The moon's light shone brightly, throwing the street into high relief, allowing the man to clearly make out the tears running down the girl's cheeks.

"Man up," the detective told Chris, as he stood over him, his bulk blocking the light from the window.

Steve spent the last of his money on a new suit and a gun.

The old woman, deathly afraid that authorities would recognize her as a member of the 60s terrorist group the Weather Underground, screamed at the cameraman to leave her alone as his camera panned the anti-war rally.

"Death is like a journey into space" the old man told the boy,"but instead of a million planets out there there are a million souls, a million friends, waiting to welcome us home."

Tad looked in the mirror at his ever growing bald spot and decided on the spot to buy something big, red and fast.