Nellie was planking. She checked her phone.

When Suzanne arrived at her funeral, everyone ignored her.

If the private detective didn't arrive soon, Elaine didn't know what she would do.

Vera opened the door to the library. She crouched and tied her laces.

A sense of magic was in the air. Claudia looked at the time.

It was a brilliant summer afternoon. Herman took a long sip of his Dr. Pepper as he led the diver into the outhouse.

"This is crazy," Charlie told himself as he waited in the backyard.

Cynthia could tell that Lori was a lumberjack. She tried not to laugh.

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

Emma opened the door to the lobby. The silence was overwhelming.

Martin had never been to the stream. He hoped for a miracle.

Holly meditated.

The donkey was on the prowl. Ruby tried to remain calm.

After spending a night under a bridge, Erik was relieved to see his wife.

On Sunday, Sarah-Jane always made mistakes.

Iordua arose from slumber.

Arlene was at the mall. She had a candy-bar in her hand.

Eugene hoped that Basil was engrossed.

Jacob fumbled in the gloom. The walls were sticky.

Someone had invited a hedgehog to the party. Christopher knew the fun was about to begin.

Irene knew that Brandine was coming to her funeral.

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

Adam walked into the outhouse and glanced at Francisco. "You make me jealous," he said.

Going to the lake was a great idea. Carolyn cracked open another beer.

It was a chilly spring night. Andrew was at school.

When Annie opened the door Mr. Allen looked up from his book.

The dining room was a complete mess.

For as long as Morris could remember, he'd wanted to be a busker.

Iunoora shielded her eyes against the light.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Marie questioned her plan.

Flaoyra Deathvice raised her axe.

If the dancer didn't arrive soon, Victor didn't know what he would do.

Ronald had been waiting for Paul for four hours. He gripped his pink highlighter.

It started like any other evening in the food court. Janice buttoned up her jacket.

Carla felt that the beautician was thorough.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the water.

Diane opened the door to the office. The stench was surprisingly pleasant.

Tom could see that Vernon was uncooperative. He opened the door to the basement.

Milton was in the closet. He had a kebab in his hand.

The smell coming from the attic made Beth hopeful.

Joyce had never been to the valley. She looked at the time.

Judy was travelling. She questioned her decision.

There had never been an assassin quite like Dennis Brown, and he knew it.

A sense of mystery was in the air. Steve smiled knowingly.

Melanie was the best torturer in town.

The DJ opened the door, and led Kathryn inside.

"It's going to be okay," Leslie told himself as he waited at the wax museum.

Jeremy took a long sip of his Coke.

It was a long way to the reef. Glenda stopped and snapped her fingers.

Lord Pontgill was waiting in the bedroom.