The men sang a cheerful song as they marched to their inevitable demise.

As the politicians waffled and the media prognosticated, we stockpiled what would be needed for the coming war.

The shattered carapace revealed the soft insides of the creature that, under the right circumstance, could kill a man.

Phil "Porky" Chutnik lived by cheap beer and cheaper dates, the kind he met at his corner bar.

The lines had deepened in the intervening years.

Kimberly's parenting skills were a see-saw of punishment and reward, a balance she could never seem to get right.

He sat drinking with the judge wondering who would win a fist fight if it ever came to that.