Flesh out a simple sentence!

Sitting on her haunches, poised, alert, motionless, she smells, then spots her prey, springs, pounces, and instantly buries her fangs in its throat.

Next: They laughed.

They laughed at the aliens until their comical ship destroyed Tombaugh Station.

She blinked.

She blinked away the sand and grit, trying desperately to keep from rubbing her eyes with her muddied fingers.

The dog yelped.

The wounded dog yelped in pain, blood flowing from the deep gash on his shoulder, but the boy lying beneath his faithful rescuer never moved.

Next: She wept.

The words were simple, just three of them, all short and to the point, yet Claudia could not at first fathom the depth of their meaning, at least not when her mother uttered them, and she fell onto the bed, tears welling behind her eyes, her hands forming ineffective fists, her body shaking, those three words ringing in her ears like some thunderous voice from beyond the grave--"Your cat died."



He lied.

Sitting in the principal's office, yet again, ten-year-old Tommy pounded his fists against his forehead. He knew he should have come with something better. He had plenty of time, but still, for the third week in a row, he'd told the same lie. He didn't even own a dog, and for the first week, using the neighbor's dog as an excuse for not having his homework just got him an evil stare from his teacher. The second week, he got a stern warning. Cooking was for girls, not boys. There was no way he was going to ask his mom for help with a cookie recipe, at least not until his twelve-year-old brother left home for good. What was worse, lying to his teacher or getting the wedgy from his brother?
"Tommy," came the the deep, angry voice of his father.
Tommy forgot to add in the third category for 'what was worse.'



They ate.

Much was consumed of those tasty apples, until the kids noticed half a worm still wiggling out of the half eaten apple Margaret was holding.

The waterfall stopped.

Niagara Falls had just been reduced to plain old Niagara. Angie looked up at the motionless cresent cascade, not just frozen, but having ceased all logical response to gravity. Gazillions of droplettes held in midair like distracted bumblebees. She looked down at the small gadget in her hand. Estatic and doomed. It worked, but her mom was really going to be P. O!

He slept.

It was almost a century ago when Mr. Van Winkle had lain down for a short nap, forgetting to set his alarm clock. And now, long past the time when his wife and three children had all passed away, still he slept.

She shot him.

She looked down at the crumpled figure, her eyes taking in the small hole near the heart, her mind a blank. He'd threatened her just one time too many and in some faraway part of her brain she knew she was now free of his denigrating sarcasm and belittling smirks. But it still felt unreal.

He smiled.

"Duck." Tiffany patted one kid on the head.
"Duck." She patted another.
"Goose!" She took off running with Tommy fast on her heels.
Tommy tagged Tiffany on the shoulder, passed her and sat back in his spot.
He smiled.
Tiffany saw red and kicked him as hard as she could in the middle of his back.
He cried.
Tiffany had anger management issues.

She laughed.

The glee and joy bubbled up from her toes, bent her knees, loosened her spine and erupted from her lips in octaves and decibles heard in 7 counties.

Titus groaned.

Titus groaned while having to sit through another of Flay's lectures.

She danced.

Gyrating hips and flailing arms were nothing compared to the immense pleasure seen in her lopsided smile as she grooved her way through her favorite song.

The book was blank.

Page after page of nothing, nada, zip, zilch. Licking his finger, the Duke peeled the empty sheets apart finding nothing but whiteness. His tongue grew numb, so did that finger. The room melted with the poison, becoming as white as the leaves between the covers. The mage's words came back to the Duke before he had the old man beheaded, 'The book shall be bare, wisdom comes with time, so shall my revenge.'

The rain fell.

Rain pelted down and the creeks began rising, pouring onto formerly dry Lake Lloyd.

the ship cruised

Islands behind them, more to come and the slow drone of the Queen Mary's engines framed the experience. Tessa gripped the rail, refusing to pinch herself as she had every morning to make sure her dream vacation of traveling the oceans was real. Scents from breakfast came from the forward dining room, seagulls wove and bobbed in their wake, and the seas cradled the ship like a leaf.

The plane flew.

Zigzagging all over the place, the sturdy little Hurricane flashed in and out of the patches of sunlight, round and through the blotches of cloud high above the English Channel.

the wolf howled

At first Zeb thought it was the wind. Then, as the shutters banged to and fro--for there really was a high wind tonight--he realized it was something else, something far more dangerous for him and the boy. Here, so far from civilization, the two of them were trapped as a wolf drew closer, howling in the night, hungry and on the hunt, scenting a fine prey inside the ramshackle little mountain cabin.



The bridge collapsed.

The slats shuddered under her feet and there was no wind. Kara looked ahead and saw the rope guy lines secure, behind her wasn't as reassuring. The demon rats were chewed through the woven hemp. Kara stuffed the tiny idol into her vest and hurried over the shaking boards. Her balance precarious, she felt the world dropout from under her feet.

The ship sank.

The salty air grew damp as water flowed in through the cracks of the hull. Being trapped inside the ship's jail cell, he knew the rest of his life could be counted in minutes, no seconds, before it came to an abrupt end.

The computer smelled like cheese.

Swiss or was it chedder wafted from the fan vent on the harddrive. Other fumes came of overrripe Stilton and Camembert. Reynold laughed and rubbed his hands together, the next rat to chew his power cord was going to be surprised. He'd just built a better mousetrap and Bill Gates would beat a path to his door.

The door shut.

The cage door shut on the small Siamese. He yowled his displeasure at the two strange humans but they ignored him. They put the cage in a big metal box and fastened a strap through the cage's top. He tried to get out of the cage and couldn't. The metal box began moving and he yowled desperately.
The dog barked.