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The pass from Jaromir Jagr was perfect: straight through the heart of the crease, sending the puck just high enough to float over the tangle...

Just then, in Small Workroom 4, Rachel, I guess thinking the Spiderhead empty, got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some c...

The autumn colors, that glinting river, that lead-colored cloud pointing down like a rounded arrow at that half-remodled McDonald's st...

He looked like a skeleton with a mullet. ( Tenth of December  by George Saunders)

"Like hungry children let loose at a buffet, Barcelona fans can often be guilty of overindulging." Sam Borden of the NYTimes ( A...

Fueled by the insatiable advertising needs of the Food Network and a viewing public suddenly interested in distinguishing deglazing from dev...

In the doorway, the young vicar attempts to engage them. He holds a hand to his doughy waist like a nervous old woman, a flop of brown hair ...

...a university degree is like a bungee cord, lowering in and pulling out with dangerous velocity. ( NW  by  Zadie Smith)

The club was called Delvecchio's, and it sat amid an expanse of blacktop like a cruise ship on a flat, dark sea. ( All Shook Up  by T....

Before I could react, her voice was coming at me, soft and passionate, syllables kneading me like fingers. ( All Shook Up  by T.C. Boyle)

"Clean and smooth like a tar runway, his forehead sloped sharply down and out." (Going After Cacciato by Tim O'Brien)

The weeping came in gasps, as snow breaks from cliffs. (Going After Cacciato by Tim O'Brien)

The violence of Portland licked right up to the edge of the store and left a spew like that yellow foam on city beaches where old rubber d...

There were also the prisoners. Some looked like the downtrodden, to say the least. They were simpleminded, or misshapen in body or posture, ...

"Serious as a body bag." --James Patterson, NYPD Red

Gary and this fellow Val kept looking at car keys like old magicians studying old dried herbs, weird! (The Executioner's Song by Norma...

In the mountains, the snow was iron gray and purple in the hollows, and glowed like gold on every slope that faced the sun. (The Executioner...

Being here is like walking up to the edge and looking over 24 hours a day for more days then you care to recall  (Gary Gilmore on prison lif...

Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, whose ...

The only sound in the messhall was Harrogate struggling to free himself from the table. Wilson was standing over him like a faith healer o...