It was a dark and stormy night. Zachary, wet and miserable, had been dispatched by his father to scamper across town to pick up some drugs for his step-mother. From the road, he could see the still frozen river. It was only March but it was starting to melt. In a week, the ice would be gone. The barbed sweet stenches of sewage wafting up between the ice cracks on the canal were arrogantly broadcasting an early spring. From somewhere across the canal, a soft sound was barely audible over the moan of shifting ice and garbage: "Help." ...
Sentence No. 3
From the road, he could see the still frozen river. It was only March but it was starting to melt. In a week, the ice would be gone.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 9:38 p.m. by fleuve
He picked his way over the rubble, panting through his respirator. The pharmacy was at least an hour away. Zachary cursed into his mask.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 5:14 p.m. by sebastian
Rollerblading to the pharmacy, Zach cut through the campus at Bayside High. The night before he had shared a first kiss with Kelly Kapowski.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 11:03 p.m. by aphillips24
The wind outside beat hard against the shutters. Zach's step-mother, Dr. Jo Harding, had sworn to hunt down as many tornadoes as possible.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 11:13 p.m. by aphillips24
Zachary was looking for an excuse to get out of the house and it would be an hour by the time he went all the way to the pharmacy and back.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 4:25 p.m. by mrhorhager
On his way, Zach stopped by his uncle Egon's house. Egon Spengler was a scientist who had a strange fascination with ghosts and the occult.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 11:09 p.m. by aphillips24
A full moon hung low in the sky, painting a flaxen hue across the the River Seine. It would soon be midnight, he didn't have much time.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 10:45 p.m. by aphillips24
He picked his way over the rubble, panting through his respirator.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 9:42 p.m. by sebastian
Zach tried to think of the bright spots in his life, his girlfriend, Jen and his friendship with Emmett "Doc" Brown, a crackpot scientist.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 11:23 p.m. by aphillips24
It had been months since the passenger side window had rolled all the way up, and his papers were getting wet on the torn blue vinyl seat.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 4:09 p.m. by sebastian