Made fat on the fears of the gullible, their pockets full to bursting with blood money, they felt invincible.

The ghosts of his disenfranchised ancestors stood with him in the voting booth that day.

The perfect words had rattled around Priscilla's brain for days but when she finally put pen to paper it was as if a thick fog had seeped into her mind obscuring everything except for the simplest sentences that didn't even make sense.

Their ever escalating attempts to suppress us only made us more determined.

She had believed the old man would be a sort of guru who could provide her with sage advice but she quickly realized he was just a lech hoping to get in her pants.

He thought too highly of snakes and reptiles in general to compare his opponent to one.

As the flaming bottle left my hand I wondered how I could have possibly ended up here.