He got stage fright after breaking his leg.
She killed him to save her some inconvenience.
He chose the wrong spaceship and wrong girl.
He teleported far away from everything he loved.
The alien’s arrival at that party was inconspicuous.
The electro-samurai fought space aliens, criminals, and politicians.
Oblivion consumed his anxiety in frothy amber bites.
He looked through time, forever fearing the end.
On the drivers education road test, he crashed.
He destroyed his masterpiece instead of facing failure.
He could not say humanity was worth saving.
The airlock door didn’t lock their air in.
The space-station’s oxygen ran out on day three.
“I eat dress,” the alien said and did.
“I hate your dress,” he said, but didn’t.
“I love your dress!” she said, but didn’t.
He always seemed on the verge of success.
He broke both his legs on opening night.
“I’m a Time Cop.”
“You guard the clocktower.”
The militia picked a fight with the aliens.