At the harvest festival, the long table was lined with feastfuls, each more extravagant than the last.

Feasts in the coastal towns drew visitors from far away every harvest season.

Feast discovered an old charter that traced his lineage back to the Middle Ages.

Walking through the orchard, one couldn't help feasting one's eyes on the ripening fruit.

We planned a secret midnight feast in the living room with leftovers, toast and hot chocolate.

When we were kids, midnight feasts in the kitchen felt like our secret rebellion.

The old calendar listed many feast days dedicated to local saints.

Even as they laughed and toasted the newlyweds, the ghost at the feast — his unresolved betrayal — made the celebration feel hollow.

When she walked into the room, her presence made him a spectre at the feast, silent and unmoving amid the laughter.

When the old accusations resurfaced, he felt like a specter at the feast, awkward and unwelcome among the joyful guests.