Darren opened the door to the living room. He ground his teeth.

Shannon was painting. She took a long sip of her Fanta.

The bright light coming from the stable made Alma hopeful.

It was a long way to the waterfall. Denise stopped and took a bite of her bread-stick.

On Saturday, Margaret made chilli.

As soon as Christmas started, Byron cracked open another beer.

Jacqueline could see that Mary-Beth was pure.

Dale crouched and tied his laces.

The tortoise was on the prowl. Antonio knew exactly what to do.

"Dare to dream," Eric told himself as he waited at the train station.

Gordon had been expecting John for three hours. He bit his fingernails.

There had never been a record producer quite like Pedro Garcia, and he knew it.

Alfredo put down the ukulele carefully.

Eliza-Jane was on the shelf. She had a mouse in her hand.

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

It was a typical day in the bus stop. Sean straightened his hair.

When Ross opened the door Mr. Brooks looked up from his work.

For as long as Christian could remember, he'd wanted to be an inventor.

Loretta was the best construction worker who ever lived.

The bedroom was dark and oddly quiet.