The old man sat the boy down and explained to him that he would never have the same opportunities in life afforded his elders.

The drummer looked too stoned to keep on time, but somehow managed to keep the rest of the band, possibly more stoned, from disintegrating completely.

He drove across the arid West Texas landscape thinking only of revenge.

They slipped into the dark house undetected, their knives raised conspiratorially.

Dale heard the noise again, a low wail that seemed to be coming from the closet.

They spent their days in each other's arms and their nights drinking alone.

The cat settled onto his leg and went to sleep, while he pondered the inner workings of the feline mind, feeling that the animal was a true gauge of his self worth since it only tolerated him every once in awhile.