The Greek chorus had become the peanut gallery had become Internet trolls.

The government redacted the facts but couldn't manage to wholly erase the truth.

Helen's jaunts into the city that had once been a thrilling adventure in her twenties had become a stomach-churning and fear-inducing struggle two decades later.

He read the newspaper for entertainment and got all his news at the barbershop.

Jim's tattoo of a dotted line with scissors that read "cut here" eventually caught up with him.

"Love will always conquer hate," read the trampled and bloodstained sign.

He lay in bed listening to the howling wind, which seemed to be whispering something about the changing season just under its breath.