Stephen Shore was in the church.

It was only a half-suit -- torso and head -- but it was five feet tall.

He ate his burger in the outfield.

They met on the set of Oklahoma.

In the distance, the okra were rising.

New Americans.

Warming up.

With their poles, they scraped paint and poked holes.

He had to sell more tables before the day was done.

The Messersmiths'cat's name was Chabrol, after the director.

As a girl, I was afraid of my own voice. Then I discovered the theater and haven't shut up since.

It wasn't going to be enough for any of the good stuff.

Hot dog at Horseshoe Bend.

The only sign of the killer crow was a sign.

The accelerator will stop if anyone yells, "Stop!"

Nothing liquid, nothing fragile, nothing perishable.

It was too cold but not too cold to camp.

Sloss Furnace was where the city's ghosts lived.

In the practice round of the math derby, he got 2+4.

After he pushed the pad, the wall rose to reveal a copy of Chris van Allsburg's Mysteries of Harris Burdick.

The swim diaper was too small. They took him to the lesson anyway.

They gave him the mattress but made him promise to buy a new one by March 16, 2016.

Framing a drawing of a bottle of Pappy van Winkle.