
I read a book about being organized and learned a lot of neat ideas.

I read a book about being organized and learned a lot of neat ideas.

Summer ended when I saw that arrogant ghost leave. A haughty spirit goeth before the fall.

Napping with a book while sunbathing can make you well red.

In a novel, when there is a secret meeting of lovers, it’s a plot tryst.

It’s that same old story of a young trout
who left his school and moved to Pittsburgh to become a steelhead in a floundry.

Mid-March Senate votes usually go well.
The ides have it.

I’m writing a story about a very small garden.
Not much of a plot.

I shouldn’t subscribe to any magazines.
I only read them periodically.

To build a statue of their sun god,
Egyptians needed Ra materials.

When oranges meet the press,
they become pulp fiction.