His eyes looked as red and bloody as the sun he watched rise that drunken morning.

The dissident was now the dictator who did to his enemies what had been done to him.

Drunk off the spiked eggnog the two old gentlemen came to fisticuffs over what carol should be sung next.

The machine, unable to be stopped once put into motion, eventually ground its makers bones to dust.

The star had grown used to the common folk kowtowing to him, but in the little town they ignored him since no one watched television and the movie theater had closed years before.

"Without the rule of law we're no better than animals," she yelled as the rioters pushed past her and set the building alight.

I wasn't afraid of the darkness of night but by that which lived inside me.