In War and PeaceHe poured himself a drink, and sat down by one of the screens that provided a glimpse of the outside world. An ever-shifting, arbitrary arrangement of stars and planets, drifting around like bums in a park; going nowhere in particular, but somehow eventually ending up in the same place as the day before. They were much prettier than the bums in the park though. At least at a distance. When viewed up close, however, most of them were just as gritty, smelly and unwelcoming as the bums, with the exception of a handful of happy ones.In War and Peace by theOvercoat
The cognac was a fairly cheap brand that Swenson had bought because the label looked sophisticated. It made him feel sophisticated when he poured himself a glass, but since the glass was a white plastic cup the feeling of sophistication only lasted until the bottle was back in the cabinet. Then he felt like a regular John Doe again, wearing his regular clothing, sitting in his regular corner, drinking his regular alcohol while being irregularly shaven.
Culpability - FFM 2010He wasn't numb, like he had been when he heard Blackie had been run over. He'd been so numb then he hadn't even told anyone at school or anywhere. Now he felt shame, self-pity, horror, recrimination, regret, washing over him in ice-cold waves. But he still had to tell someone. That's why his hand shook as he reached for the bell.Culpability - FFM 2010 by Wolfrug
He rang it.
Maurice opened. He stared wonderingly at Elias from behind the safety chain.
"I..." Elias croaked. "...I ran over your cat."
"Missy? Where?" Elias recognized the panic in Maurice's eyes. Dumbly, he pointed down the street. His murder weapon, the brand new bicycle he had been riding too fast, was standing nearby. Elias didn't want to look at the bundle of light fur that was Missy.
"I'm so, so, so, sorry."
They went over, and Maurice picked her up gently. They carried her back to the house. The shingles were falling down, and the walls needed painting. A disused lawnmower was half-hidden in the grass. Elias had never been inside their house.