Dan shook his snow shovel at the sky and vigorously cursed winter.

"Today's the day I'm going to leave the house," thought Grace, knowing it was a lie.

They were a ragtag staff who thought of themselves as the Bad News Bears of the magazine business.

Her world shrank to a bedroom and her social life to chiding her cat.

I stared at the blank screen wondering what lies I would tell my editor.

He believed himself to be a genius, even though he couldn't spell the word.

She chased her hat into the street as a passing bus turned the corner.