The salt sea splashes stung their faces and hid their tears.

"Look I'm as nice as the next guy," said the man, his forearm pushing further into my windpipe, "but if you don't leave this alone maybe next time I won't be so nice."

Living under the train trestle wasn't the worst, thought Smitty, it was the class of people one met that was so depressing.

With all the gadgets in the world at her fingertips Sally still couldn't seem to make it anywhere on time or remember her family's birthdays.

Billy Bourque was always coming up with new ice cream flavors, from peppermint-pepperoni pizza to chocolate covered black beans, but his crowning achievement was the combination of tastes that, when consumed, made one feel slightly dizzy and as giddy as a child on a roller coaster, but unfortunately left your tongue swollen and slightly blue.

The dining service with complimentary champagne continued despite the falling bombs.

A purported stigmata was the last thing Father Boyle needed that day.