The blade withdrew and a spray of blood from another Stick gushed against the salt wall.
Blood sprayed the wall as the blade came out of his body.
There was no sign of blood anywhere in his body, even after being shot mercilessly.
A boy is standing on top of a mountain.
Saint Peter fumes behind his golden gate.
The boys are smoking.
I hated silence of the lambs.
The people are standing on a beach
I received it from the principal.