Billy was angry.
Billy shoved the blocks off the table, growling like a little animal.
The chicken was terrible.
Picking strings of dried meat from my teeth, I tried not to make eye contact with my hostess.
They ran as fast as they could.
Skidding around the corner they bounced off a dumpster so hard they gained momentum rather than losing it.
The door made a scary sound.
As she pushed the door with her shoulder the tortured hinges screamed.