I woke up that morning feeling like the ground beneath me was shifting, with my parents now dead my past life was over and I was no longer a child.

In their war-torn land there was no love, only lust and expediency.

He woke up in a black mood to another grey dawn in a red state.

Dale's lottery money went fast, spent on strange items like a massive million dollar gear that he found attractive and the 1,000 statues of himself he planned to be buried with, which he had commissioned from a famous Chinese artist.

Averse to any confrontation, Priscilla exclusively wrote puff pieces for the paper, but found that whatever subject she chose there was always some reader who had a problem with it.

The short, wrinkled and hairless old lecher looked like a naked mole rat and elicited pity rather than shock when he flashed passers-by.

After the freeze, the men prepared to go out on the river to begin cutting the ice, the threat of falling through always in their minds.