The moonlight glinted off the man's ax as he moved towards the house through the fallow field.

The radio host laughed off his violent rhetoric even after the shootings but that all changed the day they came knocking on his door, guns in hand.

"When I finally accepted that my path was different from everyone else's and stopped trying to compare myself to others, I was able to break through the wall and reach my true potential," the former president confided, his face unreadable in the fire light.

They picked the bones clean.

The sound of their voices giving praise could be heard for miles.

The one day of the year in which we all become competitive eaters had finally arrived.

He felt a deep connection to long-dead artists as he wandered the museum's halls.