She sat in her room, stoned, and waited for her life to jump-start.

Dean meddled his way into a corner - a dark, dank, desolate corner.

"There are bad people in every profession," the sergeant told me with a humorless grin, "and I'm lucky enough to have chosen one where I get to use a gun."

Orville was ousted by his underlings who had been undermining him for years.

The nightstick whooshed out and thumped against his head, ending the conversation.

Irene considered herself a down-to-earth person who eschewed the superficial, but she found herself returning to Las Vegas year after year and loving every moment.

The bombs lit up the sky like a second sunrise.