Goren attended the memorial service quietly, holding a faded photograph of his grandfather.

When Gorelick arrived at the meeting, everyone turned to listen.

At the reunion, the Gorelicks reminisced about their childhood summers by the lake.

I first discovered goregrind in a cramped underground venue, where the brutal riffs and guttural vocals left an unforgettable impression.

Last summer, I took a long walk through Gorebridge and discovered a charming riverside park.

At the convention, a scholar gave a lecture on Gorean culture and its influences on fan communities.

When a Gorean walked into the room, she quietly explained the dynamics of consent used within her subculture.

In that county, the village dialect called the fish a gorebill.

At dawn, gorebills gathered in the marsh, their sharp cries echoing over the reeds.

Goreses gathered at the old pier to argue about the map.