Even the aliens gave up on humanity, labeling the planet a no-fly zone.

We had become locked in a life-or-death struggle between apathy and anger.

Schtick and schlock were the nation's last defining traits.

William wondered if it was possible to simply run out of words.

His heart was like a blackbird against the dull gray sky soaring above a field of winter white.

Her ideas of what a snow day entailed were based on childhood memories and greatly interfered in her getting any work done away from the office.

The terrior of our land lent everything the taste of blood.