When the love of your life leaves you, all you can do is go fishing. Just make sure you have the right bait.
Don't worry about where you've been or where you're going. Worry about where you are.
Cinder Block Solutions left rather disgusting after effects—PhotoShop couldn't patch up the mess.
It was Hamish’s choice to become a skinner; but, choices have consequences. The last memory he had of his little Elise was her pouty cherry lips saying “Ba-ba, Da.”
Trevor looked into Sydney's eyes, but his peripheral vision was zeroed in on Sydney's small but well contoured and shapely bust. "Do I know you?" Trevor said.
She shrugged. "Whatever flips your switch, Jack." She stood, reached behind her and pulled down the dress's zipper. She held the dress in place and stared hard at him. "You didn't turn into some freako psycho, didja?"
When he had heard the secret word for the Second Coming, Mr. Jesus ran up the street and to the walkway leading to the small house where the strange woman lived.