SPIKE

Municipal officials argued the city needs a symbol, a monument. So they commissioned artists for ideas. The winning entry was a 120 meter tall, stainless steel, pin-like structure.  Oblivious to the irony of a city devastated by a heroin epidemic,  they called it The Spire. Dublin people call it The Spike.

FRY

  Having spent two months grafting under this chef's brutal regime , Gordon has no room for compassion and is deaf to the pleas of this popinjay now trussed up on a hook in the freezer. 'I'll freeze to death in here,' he cries. 'No, you won't,' Gordon smiles, 'You will fry.'

CHUCKLE

  The jewelry warehouse is surrounded. Apart from the SWAT team and the K-9 unit, there's an entire squad of uniformed personnel whose sole task appears to be crowd control and the deployment of barriers. 'We have him,' the lieutenant says, gleefully. Standing beside him, pockets bulging, Mary can only chuckle.

OPAQUE

  His words resounded with sincerity, they rang with meaning and truth but she knew, from bitter experience, how action's note carries a clearer sound where light resides in transparency and lies, however attractively adorned to soothe, assuage or persuade but can never prevail and will always be revealed as opaque.

CLIMBING

  For a moment, Victor feels comfortable, safe. So he's in a rainforest and a deep, dark and impenetrable corner of that vast ecosystem, too, but he's a survivor. His companions may be dead but he's still here, alive on the lip of a pit of snakes and the water's climbing.

CUSP

  Bad hearing was not an asset in his line of business and most of the time he got away with visual interpretation and lip reading. But when he hesitated before making a decision, a goon giggled, mumbling. He shot him, asking what? He said you were on the cusp. Oh.