It was a rain-swept Wednesday night. Alexander was in the shower.

When Katrina opened the door Mrs. Walker looked up from her work.

For as long as Peter could remember, he'd wanted to be a doctor.

Brian knew that the baker was wise.

It started like any other day in the bikeshed. Mildred buttoned up her jacket.

Violet was the best gravedigger in town.

Sandra was angry that everyone was coming to Thanksgiving.

When rain began, Dolores knew it was time to run.

If the medic didn't arrive soon, Emma didn't know what she would do.

Aisheawyn shielded her eyes against the light.

Etsh leaned into the wind.

Shirley was praying. She set aside her smoothie.

Fiurm Windcrusher raised his fist.

Katherine had never been to the sea. She sucked her teeth.

George had invited a tax collector to Easter. He knew the fun was about to begin.

Someone had invited a goldfish to the party. Seth knew it wouldn't end well.

Ana opened the door to the bedroom. The silence was overwhelming.

"Today is the day," Sergio told himself as he waited at the casino.

April wiped the sweat from her brow.

Jeanette opened the door to the sauna. She took a bite of her muffin.