Free modifier as appositive:
Lucy, the unrelenting tormenter of Charlie Brown, would not give that football gag a rest.
Lacking a gene in compassion, Linus’s sister Lucy tricked the stupid neighbor boy again.
Appositive as reiteration:
If I could just kick that ball, that ball that hangs before me like a supplication, I might for once know happiness.
Appositive as synonym, end of a sentence:
He hungered to kick it, the rubber bean-shaped pod, container of his coveted masculinity.
Double and triple appositives:
But it was such fun to watch him struggle, lose his balance, fall again onto the hard dirt, tears streaming from his eyes.
A weak boy of little character, Linus saw his friend’s unremitting abuse, and yet he told no one of it.
Appositives in the middle of a sentence:
He rationalized that what he witnessed was not violence—hitting, striking, bloodletting—but rather the petty slings and arrows that children must endure until they become strong.
Verb as appositive:
And so he ran towards her again—panting, sweating, could it be that he was trembling?—and Lucy held the ball, steady.
and prepositional phrases as appositives:
(Adverbial) Charlie’s mother was miles away, incarcerated on a check kiting charge.
(Adjectival) Her cell was cold—a far cry from the voluptuous bed in which she passed the majority of her days.
(Prepositional) Mrs. Brown thought of her bed with longing, with a dull ache, a terrible pang of grief.
Clause as appositive:
The truth was, Mrs. Brown wanted to leave her marriage—this 14-year sham of stagnation and incomprehensible groaning—and pursue her dreams as an artist.
Enlarging, narrowing and renaming:
The neighboring Van Pelts had two children—a snotty, unbearable girl and a simpering, bed-wetting boy who still carried around his blanket—while her own children at least mostly stayed in their rooms, quiet.
Appositives to convey key words and concepts:
It was late at night that Sally Brown heard it—choked sobs coming from her older brother’s bedroom on the other side of the wall.
Appositives in combination:
Alone at night, Charlie reflected on the events of the day—Lucy’s fun-spirited request for a rematch, his hopeful trot to the park, the sun glancing down on them like a terrific, smiling lemon drop. Lucy’s face seemed to shine at him as she held the ball, seemed to say to him, “I want to make things right this time.” The park was frozen in time around him—the trees ceasing to rustle, the birds arrested mid-chirp, the children at the distant jungle gym suspending their candy-scented breath. It was only then that Charlie ran: he barreled toward his target, propelled himself with all his strength, kept his eye on grinning Lucy, and, running, running, running, Charlie lunged himself upon his destination.
From the outside, it was a normal suburban house, trimmed and clean and dark and still.