When rain stopped, Maurice knew it was time to sleep.

It was a rain-swept March morning. Benjamin was at the pub.

It was a glorious January afternoon. Lisa shrugged as she led the dancer into the basement.

As soon as the party started, Leo swallowed nervously.

Marvin lit a cigarette. It was going to be a long evening.

On Wednesday, Sean always made time.

When Juan arrived at his grand opening, Lewis laughed at him.

When Sarah-Jane arrived at Thanksgiving, everyone fainted.

When Brandy opened the door Mrs. Domingu ez looked up from her work.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the stream.

There had never been a factory worker quite like Leona Lee, and she knew it.

Glenda staggered in the darkness. The walls were rough.

Gabriel opened the door to the closet. The odour was unbearable.

The attic was locked.

Chester put down the banana nervously.

For as long as Mattie could remember, she'd wanted to be a waiter.

If the psychiatrist didn't arrive soon, Bobbie didn't know what she would do.

Going to the desert island was a great idea. Diana checked her phone.

Rene was angry that everyone was coming to Easter.

Smustoered waited for the battle to begin.

Heidi could feel her heart beating.

The music coming from the conservatory made Marlene hopeful.

It started like any other night in the aquarium. Bobby cracked open another beer.

Jeremy was in the basement. He had a mouse in his hand.

Sidney hoped that the zebra was smiling.

A sense of magic was in the air. Tammy opened the door.

Bessie walked into the lounge room and glanced at Arlene. "You make me want to shout," she said.

Brenda was crawling. She bit her fingernails.

On Thursday, Megan always made it fun.

The burglar opened the door, and led Greg inside.

It was a long way to the lake. Anthony stopped and rubbed his hands together.

Robert had come to Australia alone. He was here to meet the pirate.

As soon as Christmas started, Sue took a bite of her banana.

"Today is the day," Lillian told herself as she waited at the butcher.

Clifton could see that the spelunker was scholarly.

Mary-Lou knew it was too late.

Jo-Ellen whistled nonchalantly. It was going to be a momentous afternoon.

When the moon came up, Sheila knew it was time to run.

It was a busy morning. Alma was at the pub.

For as long as Donald could remember, he'd wanted to be a rabbi.

Antonio could tell that Jack was a blacksmith. He tried not to smile.

Willie was delighted to be alone.

Lord Darren was in one of his moods.

Brett could see that Joe was athletic.

After spending a night in jail, Ben was relieved to see his mother.

There had never been a merchant quite like Hilda Adams, and she knew it.

Lydia opened the door to the bedroom. The smell was unmistakable.

Elly-May fumbled in the gloom. The walls were rough.

If the dictator didn't arrive soon, Peggy didn't know what she would do.

The bright light coming from the basement made Alberto hopeful.

Someone had invited a dolphin to the party. Tom knew it wouldn't end well.

Joann hoped that no one was coming to Easter.

The laundry was dark and oddly quiet.

Tracey walked into the cloakroom and looked at Kathleen. "You make me succeed," she said.

Bobby was listening. He knew it wasn't too late.

When Norman arrived at Christmas, everyone stared in disbelief.

Timothy had never been to the desert island. He took a bite of his spring-roll.

When Jill opened the door Mr. Lee looked up from his work.

"You deserve this," Pearl told herself as she waited in the hair salon.

It was a damp September night. Nathan was at the gate.

Going to the mountain was a nice idea. Judith bit her fingernails.

Mary took a long sip of her whiskey.

Phillip felt that the puppy was ravenous.

The cat had escaped. Francis panicked.

Sean opened the door to the armory. He cracked open another beer.

It started like any other afternoon in the travel agent. Warren shrugged.

Florence felt that the fashion designer was practical.

As soon as the party started, Mabel closed her eyes and took a breath.

It was a long way to the swamp. Ana stopped and wanted to start over.

Carrie fumbled in the gloom. The walls were ice-cold.

Gary opened the door to the office. He had dreamed of this moment.

The smell coming from the cell made Duane hopeful.

The stonecutter opened the door, and led Jean inside.

It was a typical evening in the conservatory. Veronica took a bite of her hot dog.

It was a fun Saturday morning. Andy meditated as he led the nurse into the laundry.

Heidi was the best peddlar in town.

Justin had come to Heaven alone. He was here to meet the spy.

When the sun rose, Chad knew it was time to run.

Mitchell hoped that Bobby was shrewd.

It was a night full of promise. Lance was in the library.

Felix could not see anything.

Karl had been waiting for Howard for three hours. He gripped his cup.

If the torturer didn't arrive soon, Nina didn't know what she would do.

Joanne walked into the wine cellar and looked at Julian. "You make me feel good," she said.

Marsha could tell that Thelma was an artist. She tried not to smile.

There had never been a poet quite like Irma Morris, and she knew it.

Smoke was in the air. Kristin opened the door.

Jackie could tell that Maxine was gracious. She opened the door to the studio.

It was a long way to the ocean. Mary stopped and scratched her hand.

Harry opened the door to the sauna. He took a bite of his burger.

After spending a night in jail, Brent was relieved to see his father.

Jessie staggered in the darkness. The walls were damp.

When Marcia opened the door Mrs. Powell looked up from her book.

Uitcheo shielded her eyes against the sun.

When Brandy arrived at Thanksgiving, Regina gasped.

Mario put down the ukulele slowly.

As soon as the funeral started, Oscar closed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.

On Saturday, Renee always made friends.

Bill was moving. He nodded to the chauffeur.

The barber opened the door, and led Sylvia inside.