He felt as if his debt were a sagging ceiling that would eventually come crashing down on his head.

The refinery explosion killed whatever will the town had left.

Dale used to love fast bikes and wild women but now he would get pissed off if he heard the roar of a motorcycle pass by his front door as it would set his Pekingese to barking and upset his easily angered wife. 

"It was a starless summer night just like this one," the counselor began, his face obscured by shadow.

He was the son of a famed linguist but was constantly tongue-tied.

We sat at the bar with the ghosts of our past and our current demons.

Terry missed the Summer of Love thanks to his summer job at a local insurance company.