Viola could tell that Rebecca was a cheesemaker. She tried not to feel intimidated.

April was going. She cracked open another beer.

If the undertaker didn't arrive soon, Jeanette didn't know what she would do.

There had never been a construction worker quite like John Wright, and he knew it.

The sound of the lawnmower made Ana want to scream.

Clifton staggered in the gloom. The walls were sticky.

Sharon could see that the exotic dancer was difficult.

Someone had invited a dog to Thanksgiving. Lorraine knew it wouldn't end well.

When Alice opened the door Mrs. Clark looked up from her work.

Bobbie hoped that the squirrel was meddlesome.

Irma was disappointed that no one was coming to her wedding.

For as long as Courtney could remember, she'd wanted to be a peddlar.

Eeldie arose from slumber.

It was a cold, moonlit night. Julie grimaced as she led the beggar into the outhouse.

Smoke was in the air. Daniel looked at the time.

Dawn opened the door to the closet. Her senses were overwhelmed.

It was a evening full of promise. Terri was in the attic.

As soon as the funeral started, Carl closed his eyes and took a breath.

After spending a night in handcuffs, John was relieved to see his husband.

Sandra had never been to the pond. She took a bite of her celery stick.

Derrick had been expecting Dean for five days. He checked his reflection.

Stanley had come to the windmill alone. He was here to meet the rabbi.

"Today is the day," Dora told herself as she waited in the deli.

The basement was spotless.

Toriag Timegiver raised his axe.

Jesus was delighted to be alone.

Mathew could feel his life slipping away.

Biozhi shielded his eyes against the light.

The beautician opened the door, and led Vicki inside.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the stream.

The spider was on the loose. Marion panicked.

Edna was the best watchmaker around.

Beatrice could see that Jackie was a fashion designer. She tried not to feel intimidated.

When Sarah arrived at her wedding, Jim-Bob embraced her.

Megan could see that the deer was powerless.

Joan was in the bell-tower. She had a can opener in her hand.

Lucille had invited a bishop to Thanksgiving. She knew it wouldn't end well.

The smell coming from the outhouse made Leroy uneasy.

Melinda hoped that Annette was suave.

After spending a night in handcuffs, Basil was relieved to see his husband.

It was a long way to the river. Marsha stopped and shuddered in anticipation.

When Guy opened the door Mrs. Taylor looked up from her book.

Smoke was in the air. Bryan opened the door.

Dana knew that the diver was efficient.

Monica opened the door to the living room. She grimaced.

Spu leaned into the wind.

As soon as the party started, Glenda buttoned up her jacket.

It was a clear and cloudless Wednesday night. Cody was in the cathedral.

Allison had never been to the pond. She took a sip of her merlot.

Shelly opened the door to the office. The silence was overwhelming.

Brittany had been expecting Diane for hours. She set aside her mouse.

It was a typical Friday evening. Lena scratched her hand as she led the weaver into the pantry.

If the matador didn't arrive soon, Clinton didn't know what he would do.

Gail could feel her life slipping away.

Darlene was delighted to be free.

The sound of the drill made Emma hesitant.

Rosemary had come to London alone. She was here to meet the lumberjack.

The tattooist opened the door, and led Daisy inside.

The stable was covered in blood.

When rain began, Christina knew it was time to sleep.

Ida had invited a fishmonger to her grand opening. She knew what to do.

Gina could see that the fox was powerless.

"Whatever happens, don't panic," Paula told herself as she waited in the basement.

When Emily arrived at her party, everyone stared in disbelief.

After spending a night on a train, Nathan was relieved to see his boss.

Ray walked into the outhouse and glanced at Clarence. "You make me eat," he said.

The snake had escaped. Lena knew exactly what to do.

On Sunday, Roy made progress.

It was a wild, stormy January night. Francis was in the waiting room.

The music coming from the laundry made Beatrice uneasy.

Janet opened the door to the dungeon. The odour was unmistakable.

Eric could see that Ronald was prejudiced. He opened the door to the living room.

Tara hoped that Monica was coming to Christmas.

As soon as the party started, Eliza-Jane checked her watch.

Loushu arose from slumber.

John had never been to the creek. He closed his eyes and took a breath.

Steven could tell that Max was a gate-keeper. He tried not to feel intimidated.

Lord Vinlee was in one of his moods.

Bertha was painting. She gripped her notepad.

Joyce opened the door to the wardrobe. She wanted a burger.

Someone had invited a goldfish to Easter. Don knew what to do.

Paul took a long sip of his cocktail. It was going to be a momentous day.

Lloyd could see that Jeff was sympathetic.

If the weaver didn't arrive soon, Stephen didn't know what he would do.

When Keith opened the door Mr. Taylor looked up from his work.

Francisco was the best chimney-sweep who ever lived.

Going to the gully was a foolhardy idea. Jacob checked his reflection.

Anthony put down the chair nervously.

Lord Marvin was eating in the garage.

It was a typical day in the lobby. Marshall closed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.

Hazel could not see anything.

The scout opened the door, and led Kurt inside.

The sound of the coffee grinder made Leslie want to scream.

Rafael could feel his heart beating.

Yolanda had invited a hippopotamus to Christmas. She knew what to do.

When the sun rose, Clifton knew it was time to find shelter.

Mario lit a cigarette.

It was a long way to the cave. Arthur stopped and took a long sip of his cocktail.

It was a glorious winter morning. Harold was at the concert.

Margie felt that the beautician was mystical.