Samuel sat on his favorite bench in central park. He had been there every morning for four decades. Reading people was his favorite pass time. People got used to seeing him there till a year back someone noticed he wasn’t around. He still read the faces he saw, the faces that couldn’t see him anymore.
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She dragged one foot after the other in the direction of home. Like most days she was lost in thought. Going home worried her. The time she spent there oscillated between exhilarating and dreadful. “Last night was the scariest, I have had in a long time” she thought as she caressed the teeth marks on her wrist.
As the skies turned to the darkest shade of blue, she walked brazenly through the woods, onto the crossroads for her next kill. With the last light reflecting softly from her curvy waist, thick long hair loosely braided, she stood there draped in a black lace sari alluring everything that set eyes on her.
Simple Plane Girl 