A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.

It was the early evening in the small farming community of Sunlight County when the stranger came knocking.

A warmth filled my chest, an immense sense of pride that you were here. With me.
I'd only met you properly for the first time this morning. Of course, I knew you before then.

An apology from an actor involved in some drama outside working hours.

Paulo’s muted tongue was as dry as the arctic air, and his heart just as cold. The blood from the knife dripped carelessly onto the pavement.

"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.

He steals with swift, simple hands in the yellow Roman sun. The crowds are bulging, swollen, and he bobs amongst them as silent as a jellyfish.

“It’s all right for you; you’re not meeting a brother you didn’t know you had. And I’ll tell you this - I’ve got a bad feeling about him already.

Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.