It was their year to live life on the edge.

We built them up believing they were the best of us, but when we discovered they were merely human, we tore them down without mercy.

They sat comfortably in front of the television telling themselves it would never happen to them.

The high of the holidays had worn off and now the financial and physical hangover kicked in full bore.

Their latest scheme backfired when the old codger they were attempting to scam turned out to be the greatest flimflam artist of them all.

Eventually, he became so lazy he moved into the living room in order to avoid shuffling back and forth to the bedroom each night.

The children lay panting on the floor covered in gift wrap and ribbons.