Try writing an entire story with only a thousand words at your disposal. It’s a terrific lesson in economy and precession.

Hey, I'm going to Super Dog for a quick bite and to pass along a message from a dead guy to his girlfriend. You should come with me." "I can't go with you." "Is it because of my questionable morals?" "No, it's because it's three o'clock in the afternoon and I have to pick up Amber from school." "Oh, right. So the morals thing doesn't bother you?

I should’ve known the day was going to turn out bad when it started with my father trying to kill me

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.

Looks like macho boy's cool just melted like a Slush Puppie in August.

It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.

I know how you feel. I’ve been analyzed to death as well. Not, like, professionally, though I did date a psych major who said I had attention issues. Or at least that’s what I think he said. I wasn’t really paying attention. Anyway, where was I?