I wave behind me as the herd of chatter from my co-workers afar continues in ghosts of my leave, it wasn't anything new to me so I just left it behind as I push the reflective door feeling the little strength I last the day with. And as the sun set into cool arrays of pink and blue I find myself completely torn of energy, drooling spits of hunger. The judging hours of the day had kept me chained so closely to the edge of hunger for weeks now. The terrorising thought caused my thirst to only worsen as I walk along an empty and long stretching path. My eyes felt heavy and my feet were sore, I find myself biting my lip hard, it didn't even cross my mind as my walking became sloppy. It was suddenly hard to concentrate with the fevering hunger for blood.
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RandomSamples from my working drafts, with each part being a new and favorite liner. All of these parts are just drafts of much larger projects, the titles of each start as the title of what story and then the shortest description I find to recognize the...
