Shifting the weight of the line to his left shoulder and kneeling carefully, he washed his hand in the ocean and held it there, submerged, for more than a minute, watching the blood trail away and the steady movement of the water against his hand as the boat moved. --- Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Flying through the air on the wings of a dream, the Olympic long jumper thrust the weight of his whole body forward. --- Cathleen Conry
The rhino, caught in the tangled rope, looked for freedom. --- Erika Schreckengost
Melody froze, dripping with sweat, hoping with all her might that they wouldnt hear the noise. A beam of light swung out into the darkness, searching. --- Becky Swab
The clown, appearing bright and cheerful, smiled and did his act with unusual certainty for someone who had just killed a man. --- Christi Flick
The mummy was moving. The mummys right arm was outstretched, the torn wrappings hanging from it, as the being stepped out of its gilded box! The scream froze in her throat. The thing was coming towards her---towards Henry, who stood with his back to it-- moving with a weak, shuffling gait, that arm outstretched before it, the dust rising from the rotting linen that covered it, a great smell of dust and decay filling the room. --- The Mummy by Anne Rice
Mind racing, anxiety overtaking, the diver peered once more at the specimen. --- Erin Stralka
I glanced at my clock, digits glowing florescent blue in the inky darkness of my room. --- Jenn Coppolo
Jaws cracking, tongue curling, the kitten yawned tiredly, awaking from her nap. --- Tara Tesmer
Plowing through the choppy gray waters, a phalanx of ships bore down on Hitler's Europe: fast new attack transports, slow rust-scarred freighters, small ocean liners, channel steamers, hospital ships, weather-beaten tankers, and swarms of fussing tugs. Barrage balloons flew above the ships. Squadrons of fighter planes weaved below the clouds. And surrounding this cavalcade of ships packed with men, guns, tanks, and motor vehicles, and supplies came a formidable array of 702 warships. --- June 6, 1944: The Longest Day by Cornelius Ryan
The volcano, a ravenous God of fire, spewed forth lava and ash across the mountain. --- Ben Quagliata
The old Navajo woman, a weak and withered lady, stared blankly. -- Jon Vadnal
The waterfall, a tilted pitcher, poured the fresh, pure spray into the creek. The essence of natural beauty, tranquil and majestic, it seemed to enchant the forest with a mystical rush that echoed throughout the untouched virgin paradise. --- Allie Archer
The fish, a slimy mass of flesh, felt the alligators giant teeth sink into his scales as he struggled to get away. --- Lindsey Kannen
And then, suddenly, in the very dead of the night, there came a sound to my ears, clear, resonant, and unmistakable. --- The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conon Doyle
The Pavilion was a simple city, long and rectangular. --- Alienist by Caleb Carr
I could smell Mama, crisp and starched, plumping my pillow, and the cool muslin pillowcase touched both my ears as the back of my head sank into all those feathers. --- A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
The woman, old and wrinkled, smiled upon her newborn great-grandson with pride. --- Stephanie Schwallie
The boxer, twisted and tormented, felt no compassion for his contender. --- Chris Hloros
The cheetah, tired and hungry, stared at the gazelle, which would soon become his dinner. --- Zach Vesoulis
The runaway horse was ridden into town by an old, white-whiskered rancher.
The grocery store was robbed by two armed men.
The old, white-whiskered rancher rode the runaway horse into town.
Two armed men robbed the grocery store.
The gravel road was on the left side of
The gravel road curled around the left
side of the barn.
Rockwell was a beautiful lake. Canada geese could be heard across the water bugling like tuneless trumpets. Near the shore, two children were hidden behind a massive maple tree. Watching quietly, they hoped to see the first gosling begin to hatch. Tiny giggles escaped their whispers of excitement.
Rockwell Lake echoed with the sounds of Canada geese. Their honking bugled across the water like tuneless trumpets. Two children hid behind a massive maple tree. They silently watched, hoping to see the first gosling hatch. Tiny giggles escaped their whispers of excitement. --- Goose Moon by Shawn and Jerry Jividen