She says it smiling, in the same attitude of disconnected pleasantry she would employ to tell patrons of the Cracker Barrel that they were out of biscuits, that there would be no biscuits until morning.
William siempre vomitaba. Sus vómitos —del color, consistencia y volumen de los de un bebé— tenían lugar cada vez que pronunciaba una frase.
The gods decided that, once a year, they would have a weeklong contest and allow the one person who felt the most grief over the loss of a loved one to have that loved one return from the beyond.
The parade went so well. We were tasked with saving the town and for all we care, it worked great.
Keepers at Hollywood Forever are required to do more than trim and water the plots, make a note of sinking or cracking, seed bare patches, feed the peacocks, feed the cats.
This isn’t a strip club; it’s a crime scene. And it happens to have some nice lunch specials.
What is in Sergeant Nicholas Brody’s fridge?” Sergeant Nicholas Brody asks himself.
“Our angel,” one woman said. She was holding a gilt-framed photograph of Selena singing on stage. She did look like an angel. I wanted to lie down on the laundry room floor.
A man should know how to butcher his own bird.
Anyone who claims that a swan is a majestic and noble creature has never seen a swan up close or smelled its bacterial purge.