Here:
With Coney Island now as dark as the water, Mr. Heath changed into street clothes and shoved his wet bathing suit into his bag. He stopped at Nathan’s and ate a fish sandwich. He thought about the victim. Couldn’t believe the man was still alive after taking in so much water. Hoped that he would [...]

Kelley Benham:
She waits here every day, across the street from the elementary school, in her barely blue ice cream truck with its peeling paint and rusting fender. The clown painted on the side is still trying to smile, but he’s almost worn away.
She burns incense from the health food store to hide the smell of [...]

Ben’s talk was called narrative on deadline but really it was just about a few ways to report to give yourself a shot to write stories that aren’t boring.
Some of the tips:
Get inside. Go inside the person’s house. Go inside the person’s bathroom. What’s on their walls? Make the walls talk. Details. Get the brand [...]

Anne Hull:
The songs today are about Glocks and bitches, but Felicia clings to Patti LaBelle. Her eyelashes curl like a fawn’s. She has milk-chocolate skin as smooth as blown glass. A cubic zirconium glints from her left earlobe. Felicia can strut with the best of them, talking about what girl she “souped” or “smashed,” Timbs [...]

Tom Lake:
See the green Corvette blazing east toward the dawn, miles beneath the moon, seconds beyond the law.
Pasco County, nine winters back. A pursuit call crackles into Sgt. Gary Albin’s cruiser. Albin summons the cavalry and drives north to intercept.
Sparks fly as the Corvette blows a tire at nearly 120 mph. The driver veers off [...]

A story of his that Ben mentioned a moment ago:
The sky was dark, and the dog was barking. Ronnie Staggs, wild eyes, nine fingers and recently baptized, said he heard something. He grabbed a shovel and walked into the night.
His wife barely noticed.
When the sun came up and the horses started to stir, Brenda saw [...]

Ben started his session on narrative on deadline by relaying something the inimitable Hank Stuever once said: “If we’re on the Titanic, I’ve decided I want to be Kate Winslet, with my tits hanging out.”