It was a long way to the beach. Roger stopped and closed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.

Lillian was searching. She took a sip of her merlot.

Lord Jack was in one of his moods.

Tonya fumbled in the gloom. The walls were ice-cold.

Maldeeros arose from slumber.

On Wednesday, Margie always made magic.

When Johnny arrived at Christmas, Chester rushed to see him.

After spending a night in hospital, Constance was relieved to see her wife.

Jeff walked into the pantry and looked at Rene. "You make me tell the truth," he said.

Lydia opened the door to the studio. She bit her fingernails.

The mortician opened the door, and led Gary inside.

Joshua had come to the palace alone. He was here to meet the reporter.

Someone had invited a donkey to the funeral. Louis knew what to do.

It started like any other day in the observatory. Betty hoped for a miracle.

"Patience is a virtue," Elaine told herself as she waited at the train station.

Tom knew that the swordsmith was sympathetic.

Alberto was relieved that Jared was coming to Thanksgiving.

For as long as Johnnie could remember, he'd wanted to be a mercenary.

Leo opened the door to the cell. The smell was unmistakable.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the stream.

It was a sad night. Gordon was on the roof.

The noises coming from the bathroom made Mitchell hopeful.

It was a calm, yet eerie Saturday night. Chad whistled nonchalantly as he led the tailor into the outhouse.

Eleanor had never been to the peak. She wanted a pill.

Bobbi-Jo could tell that Becky was lousy. She opened the door to the classroom.

There had never been a computer programmer quite like Alma Carter, and she knew it.

Russell raised his hands.

Josephine was the best truck driver who ever lived.

The sound of the alarm made Georgia hesitant.

Kimberly could tell that Mae was a drummer. She tried not to laugh.

Roberto was choosing. He looked at the time.

Denise was under the bed. She had a bottle in her hand.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Roland snapped his fingers.

Jaime opened the door to the pantry. He enjoyed the feeling of freedom.

When Phyllis arrived at her party, Gloria cried.

When wolves began to howl, Dolores knew it was time to run.

When Ivan opened the door Mr. Young looked up from his book.

Tamara knew that Vickie was scrupulous.

Ian was disappointed that no one was coming to his wedding.

Dorothy staggered in the gloom. The walls were rough.

The oracle opened the door, and led Henry inside.

If the assassin didn't arrive soon, Juan didn't know what he would do.

The bedroom was dark and oddly quiet.

Zinao leaned into the wind.

For as long as Darlene could remember, she'd wanted to be a truck driver.

Someone had invited a turtle to Easter. Harvey knew the fun was about to begin.

Isaac put down the kebab nervously.

Jackie walked into the armory and looked at Christopher. "You make me tell the truth," she said.

Dawn had come to Canada alone. She was here to meet the servant.

Eric could tell that Dan was an ornithologist. He tried not to laugh.