From Peter Benchley's Jaws

Periodic:
           Rising at him from the darkling blue---slowly, smoothly---came the shark.

From Red Smith's The Red Smith Reader

          It could happen only in Brooklyn. Nowhere else in this broad, untidy universe, not in Bedlam nor in Babel nor in the remotest psychopathic ward nor the sleaziest padded cell could The Thing be.

          Only in the ancestral home of the Dodgers which knew the goofy glories of Babe Herman could a man win a World Series game by striking out.

From Robert Newton Peck's The Horse Hunters

          The voice I was now hearing didn’t belong to a loudspeaker or a rodeo. In fact, it was a new voice, one that I’d never before listened up. Then I heard a very sharp sound and it was close to my left ear.

          Click!

          Opening my eyes, I felt the steely hardness on my neck, right below my ear. Then I realized what the click was.

           A gun hammer.