PATTY PATTY PUKE PUKE
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Patricia.  She was a very shy girl.  Every day after coming home from school, she would immediately break into a run for the refrigerator to satisfy her cravings for whatever ailed her that day.  On one particular Thursday afternoon, Patricia craved cyanide.  She found some and she died.

THE VICIOUS CIRCLE
The droplets of rain splashed meticulously in the puddles of newly created life.  The darkness of the city overpowered it all though, and everyone died.

WHEN THE TIME COMES AROUND. . .
Jake jolted up in front of the television.  His eyes blistering with insanity.  Screaming in rage at the players all around him, they all seemed oblivious to his cries.  "Buy a vowel damn you!  Buy a fucking vowel!!"

I'VE FORGOTTEN THE TUNE
Doe.  A deer.  A female deer.  Ray.  The guy who blew her head off.

WILL IT MAKE A SOUND?
A cornucopia of cheerful cracking accompanied Carrie as she casually cascaded through the cornfield.  Mmmm.  Doesn't that corn look good Carrie?

A FRIEND IN NEED . . .
"Johnny!  Grab my hand," screamed Jack, as his outstretched limbs reached for his slipping brother in arms.  The ground was collapsing, and the cave was giving in.  The rocks were falling all around, as this heroic display of love and friendship progressed.  Then the big rock fell and crushed Jack, leaving Johnny to plummet to his bloody dismembered death.