Walking past the graveyard she saw something scuttle across a tombstone and picked up her pace, her heart racing.

They were the best of friends, Ryan and his gun.

When Doug thought of his childhood it was always about the video games he had mastered and the acclaim of his fellow arcade goers.

His by-lines of bygone days made Bud feel like faded newsprint.

Joseph sat at the edge of his seat waiting for his life to change.

She wondered aloud what kind of country required its government to produce billboards reminding its citizens to brush its teeth and get out into nature.

He was a beer-swilling, ass-grabbing stereotype.