A fragment of a dream: the windswept forest hid a secret. 

   She had the intensity of a chihuahua stuck in a dryer. 

 His pet crow's incessant cawing for corn kept Carl on edge. 

Dave had hoped after his near-death experience he would see the world in a whole new light but everything seemed to have retained its dullness. 

The senator was too decrepit to walk the halls of Congress unaided but his mental gymnastics were legendary. 

As Frank lay awake he felt like the rosy-fingered dawn wanted nothing less than to choke the life out of him. 

 They were of blood and bone, but their hearts were like seahorses and seesaws, simple yet elegant.