The smoke coming from the lobby made Andy uneasy.

It was a snowy July afternoon. Clayton was in the cathedral.

Joshua had invited a sound technician to his grand opening. He knew it wouldn't end well.

Michele opened the door to the office. She had dreamed of this moment.

Jamie was the best hotelier in town.

As soon as Easter started, Clinton lowered his gaze.

"Just be yourself," Jeff told himself as he waited in the hole.

For as long as Sylvia could remember, she'd wanted to be a matador.

Derek knew that Todd was hedonistic.

Tyrone was suprised to be free.

When Ramona arrived at Christmas, everyone cried.

Anne could see that Edith was forgetful. She opened the door to the lobby.

Smoke was in the air. Terry opened the door.

There had never been a farmer quite like Bruce Young, and he knew it.

Someone had invited an octopus to Thanksgiving. Jill knew what to do.

Phillip put down the muffin nervously.

The dining room was dark and oddly quiet.

When Laura-May opened the door Mr. Powell looked up from his work.

Squiut shielded his eyes against the sun.

Going to the mountain was a terrible idea. Ernest questioned his plan.

On Saturday, Eduardo made kimchi.

Bobby closed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.

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

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

Carole opened the door to the kitchen. She looked at the time.

It was a long way to the swamp. Gladys stopped and checked her reflection.

Lady Caerhirst was in one of her moods.

The sound of the coffee grinder made Dennis angry.

The noises coming from the studio made Ronnie uneasy.

"You can do this," Wayne told himself as he waited in the library.

Phyllis had come to Hong Kong prepared. She was here to meet the pilot.

When Teresa arrived at her party, Leroy rushed to see her.

Dolores was delighted to be alone.

Laura had never been to the beach. She meditated.

Fred could see that Thomas was a juggler. He tried not to smile.

Connie was praying. She grinned.

As soon as the wedding started, Claire went over the plan.

Milton had been waiting for Shawn for six days. He twiddled his thumbs.

If the historian didn't arrive soon, Lloyd didn't know what he would do.

Carlos staggered in the darkness. The walls were rough.

Someone had invited a pony to the funeral. Freddie knew the fun was about to begin.

Skearkobet arose from slumber.

It was a quiet Saturday night. Minnie took a bite of her pickle as she led the blacksmith into the closet.

Lee swallowed nervously. It was going to be a momentous morning.

When Mabel opened the door Mr. Hall looked up from his book.

It was a typical afternoon in the kitchen. Russell chewed his lip.

For as long as Lawrence could remember, he'd wanted to be a builder.

Esther was the best drummer around.

Constance opened the door to the bedroom. She whistled nonchalantly.

Wayne walked into the outhouse and glanced at Jordan. "You make me feel good," he said.