It was a bright and starry Tuesday night. Gertrude was at the butcher.

Someone had invited an elephant to the party. Gwendolyn knew it wouldn't end well.

The cheesemaker opened the door, and led Duane inside.

Jane opened the door to the guest room. She had dreamed of this moment.

When Violet arrived at Thanksgiving, Robin welcomed her.

When Vincent opened the door Mrs. Miller looked up from her book.

Eliza-Jane had invited a bandit to Christmas. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Lee closed his eyes and took a breath. It was going to be a special morning.

Virgil could feel his life slipping away.

Stacy fumbled in the darkness. The walls were ice-cold.

Shro arose from slumber.

Bessie was the best butler who ever lived.

Lena was at the bakery. She had a magnifying glass in her hand.

Francisco could tell that Gregory was irreverent. He opened the door to the pantry.

Luis opened the door to the studio. He crouched and tied his laces.

The cat had escaped. Dean tried to remain calm.

It was a long way to the swamp. Herman stopped and checked his watch.

On Saturday, Allan always made history.

Tommy had come to America alone. He was here to meet the priest.

The smoke coming from the dining room made Jennie uneasy.

When Wade arrived at Christmas, everyone fainted.

Courtney hoped that the barber was oppressed.

Everett had been waiting for Ken for three days. He chewed his lip.

Lady Kilworth was in one of her moods.

The basement was spotless.

Smoke was in the air. Lynn waited.

Zachary had never been to the desert island. He swallowed nervously.

Glenn hoped that the cow was sore.

Gerald hoped that Dan was earthy.

The drug dealer opened the door, and led Tanya inside.

Marion knew that Laura-May was coming to Thanksgiving.

For as long as Katherine could remember, she'd wanted to be a bureaucrat.

As soon as the funeral started, Carla buttoned up her jacket.

If the inventor didn't arrive soon, Andrew didn't know what he would do.

It was a rain-swept Friday afternoon. Annie was in the deli.

Billy walked into the basement and glanced at Gwendolyn. "You make me cry," he said.

When wolves began to howl, Paula knew it was time to find shelter.

It was a bleak, wintery Thursday evening. Salvador took a bite of his bagel as he led the swimmer into the outhouse.

The smell coming from the laundry made Jerry uneasy.

After spending a night in jail, Anthony was relieved to see his wife.

Darryl put down the croissant nervously.

Johnnie opened the door to the lounge room. He wanted a spring-roll.

Debbie snapped her fingers. It was going to be a fantastic afternoon.

Phillip could tell that Joseph was fuming. He opened the door to the office.

Cirfiace Deathdancer raised his axe.

Lady Thornton was reading in the garage.

Dana could feel her life slipping away.

Jeffrey opened the door to the laundry. He could not believe what he saw.

Becky could tell that Gertrude was a fraudster. She tried not to feel intimidated.

Patricia was coming. She lit a cigarette.