There had never been a graphic artist quite like Marshall Martin, and he knew it.

Debra walked into the kitchen and looked at Becky. "You make me feel good," she said.

Leah had invited a whale to her funeral. She knew what to do.

Bobby tried to hide. It was going to be a tough night.

Tommy hoped that the hippopotamus was ritualistic.

Aepui shielded his eyes against the sun.

"Time to shine," Melissa told herself as she waited in the pantry.

Ricky was at the skateboard park. He had a pickle in his hand.

When Kathryn arrived at her wedding, Leona laughed.

It was a wild, stormy spring night. Anna was behind the curtains.

Rodney put down the bagel nervously.

The zebra had escaped. Paul tried to remain calm.

It was a long way to the waterfall. Brandon stopped and nodded to the radiologist.

As soon as the party started, Troy took a bite of his bread-stick.

Jeanne raised her hands.

It was a misty evening. Ernest closed his eyes and took a breath as he led the assassin into the lounge room.

A sense of mystery was in the air. Bernard looked at the time.

Erik could see that Philip was reserved. He opened the door to the armory.

Dora had never been to the beach. She swallowed nervously.

It was a quiet morning down by the water.

The sound of the angle-grinder made Priscilla laugh.

Tammy was glad that no one was coming to Easter.

Chad fumbled in the gloom. The walls were damp.

Lady Donna was in one of her moods.

It was a typical morning in the mall. Charlene scratched her hand.

Allen had come to Japan prepared. He was here to meet the innkeeper.

The swordsmith opened the door, and led Charlotte inside.

Regina could feel her heart beating.

Steven was the best dogcatcher in town.

Brett had invited a senator to his party. He knew what to do.

It was a cold, moonlit spring night. Edwin was in the backyard.

Sadouce waited for the battle to begin.

Dennis knew that the shark was neutral.

The noises coming from the bathroom made Frederick hopeful.

Tim buttoned up his jacket. It was going to be a fantastic evening.

Viola opened the door to the wardrobe. She was afraid of what she might find.

There had never been a chimney-sweep quite like Frances Lewis, and she knew it.

The kitchen was the perfect location.

Clarence could see that Larry was predictable.

For as long as George could remember, he'd wanted to be an executioner.

When Jamie opened the door Mr. Washington looked up from his work.

Charlie could see that Curtis was moralistic. He opened the door to the garage.

On Saturday, Joan always made a cake.

After spending a night in handcuffs, William was relieved to see his boss.

Agnes knew that the garbage collector was steadfast.

Jorge bit his fingernails.

It was a snowy Tuesday evening. Melanie went over the plan as she led the paramedic into the bedroom.

Lord Umberfell was in one of his moods.

It started like any other evening in the bikeshed. Valerie looked at the time.

Vincent was moving. He crouched and tied his laces.

The rabbi opened the door, and led Sherri inside.

The sound of the helicopter arriving made Dan angry.

"All's well that ends well," Randall told himself as he waited outside the window.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the water.

As soon as Christmas started, Theresa took a long sip of her hot chocolate.

Christine was angry that Martha was coming to Thanksgiving.

Barry walked into the armory and glanced at Dora. "You make me jealous," he said.

Someone had invited a tortoise to the grand opening. Ramona knew the fun was about to begin.

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

Dawn put down the bike slowly.

When Nathaniel arrived at his wedding, Jane welcomed him.

Louis opened the door to the outhouse. He could not believe what he saw.

Sarah-Jane fumbled in the darkness. The walls were rough.

If the soldier didn't arrive soon, Agnes didn't know what she would do.

When Caroline arrived at her party, Maureen fainted.

Bonnie had never been to the valley. She straightened her hair.

It was a long way to the forest. Clyde stopped and closed his eyes and took a breath.

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

When Cecil opened the door Mrs. Brown looked up from her work.

There had never been a referee quite like Rita Harris, and she knew it.

Ixe Goldface raised his fist.

Josephine hoped that Gertrude was adventurous.

Tiffany was in the cave. She had a key in her hand.

Marshall was suprised to be alone.

It was a rainy fall night. Fernando was in the bomb-shelter.

It was a wild, stormy December night. Clara chewed some gum as she led the impersonator into the bedroom.

Ghaozhu leaned into the wind.

After spending a night in hell, Lauren was relieved to see her husband.

As soon as the party started, Wesley buttoned up his jacket.

Hilda had come to Johannesburg alone. She was here to meet the yak herder.

For as long as Leslie could remember, he'd wanted to be an interior designer.

Harvey could see that Elmer was a violinist. He tried not to laugh.

Elly-May opened the door to the cell. She took a long sip of her Schnapps.

Kathleen was acting. She knew it was too late.

Joan walked into the bathroom and looked at Roger. "You make me exercise," she said.

The monkey had escaped. Clarence tried to remain calm.

Ella buttoned up her jacket.

"Today is the day," Karl told himself as he waited in the shower.

It was a long way to the beach. Mattie stopped and cracked open another beer.

Fred could feel his heart beating.

When rain began, Maxine knew it was time to find shelter.

The bedroom was dark and oddly quiet.

Javier staggered in the darkness. The walls were damp.

When Kristen opened the door Mr. Morris looked up from his work.

Franklin opened the door to the cell. He could not believe what he saw.

Viola knew that the teacher was wealthy.

Someone had invited a cheetah to the funeral. Joe knew what to do.

When Charlotte arrived at Easter, everyone fainted.

As soon as Christmas started, Stephanie wanted a smoke.

The police officer opened the door, and led Joann inside.