We waited at the station for the rain to stop while the water on the street kept rising higher and higher.

What they did with the body nobody knew.

She was like the moon reflecting across the dark water on a still night.

Burt saw the massive pile of books, old magazines and newspapers begin to sway and topple towards him and it was at that moment he wondered if he was a hoarder.

"Somethings just weren't meant to last," he whispered, his strong hands around my throat.

Donuts were her downfall.

The seagulls swarmed over us trying to snatch the sandwiches from our hands.