The sailors grumbled that they were headed to certain doom.

The belle of the ball, Tricia had her choice of any man, but preferred women.

Stax was an inveterate gambler and itinerant preacher who relied on signs from God to choose which horse would be a winner.

Jane believed she was addicted to a laundry list of things, from caffeine to porn, when in fact she was just a hedonist too lazy to change.

 "You can't be in two places at once unless you're dead," realized Brutus, dumping the last of the bags into the East River.

Half-finished novels and whiskey bottles littered the dead writer's room.

His creative well was dry, but his thirst remained.