It was a clear, bright March afternoon. Robert was around the corner.

Ianoe waited for the battle to begin.

If the greengrocer didn't arrive soon, Fred didn't know what he would do.

Marian hoped that the painter was patient.

Sally had come to America alone. She was here to meet the musician.

Todd was at the door. He had a toothbrush in his hand.

Rebecca staggered in the darkness. The walls were damp.

Greg had never been to the cave. He looked at the time.

Going to the lake was a bad idea. Edith shrugged.

A sense of magic was in the air. Felix waited.

Ted could see that Ernest was an exotic dancer. He tried not to feel intimidated.

John opened the door to the conservatory. He had dreamed of this moment.

When the moon came up, Wendy knew it was time to run.

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

"No one suspects a thing," Isaac told himself as he waited in the kitchen.

Stephanie checked her reflection. It was going to be a momentous day.

Shannon had invited a dingo to her party. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Lonnie could not feel anything.

Leah put down the chicken wing carefully.

It was a typical day in the casino. Jay enjoyed the feeling of freedom.

Lord Freindeep was in one of his moods.

When Greg arrived at Thanksgiving, Ivan cried.

Irene rubbed her hands together.

The lounge room was dark and oddly quiet.

When Eva opened the door Mrs. Adams looked up from her book.

Maurice felt that the panda was compulsive.

When Gerald arrived at his wedding, Anna welcomed him.

Barry was angry that everyone was coming to his grand opening.

Amber hoped that the gate-keeper was lonely.

Lord Norcaster was eating in the living room.

On Saturday, Delores always made love.

The sound of screaming children made Joel laugh.

It started like any other day in England. Marlene shuddered in anticipation.

There had never been a gardener quite like Jeanne Adams, and she knew it.

Xoe waited for the battle to begin.

Anne was waiting. She knew it wasn't too late.

Wallace had been waiting for Glen for four hours. He chewed his lip.

It was a dull, insipid spring evening. Anna was at the bus stop.

A sense of magic was in the air. Lori waited.

As soon as the funeral started, Annie hoped for a miracle.

If the silversmith didn't arrive soon, Calvin didn't know what he would do.

Tony put down the kebab carefully.

The noises coming from the attic made Peggy uneasy.

For as long as Bruce could remember, he'd wanted to be a mayor.

Melissa opened the door to the classroom. The odour was unmistakable.

It was a quiet morning down by the pond.

Edith could see that Beatrice was a jeweler. She tried not to smile.

It was a long way to the lake. Franklin stopped and took a long sip of his Jim Beam.

"You deserve this," Rebecca told herself as she waited at the butcher.

Hugh was at the travel agent. He had a cup in his hand.