I'd always never really thought about what happened to my parents. Who somehow managed to make me a strange human/plant.
Just living quietly in a den I built and only venturing into town once my hair had been dyed from it's usual rose-red color was my ideal. No one really questioned me, and I just kept to myself. But of course someone's got to notice that I'm different. Someone has got to see the one strand of red hair I've missed and figure out that I'm hiding something. That's all it takes.
Just one slip, and you've gone from being an unnoticed person to having a price on your head so big, you have to go all-out disguise just to walk up to a merchant and ask for a piece of fruit.
Just one slip, and people hate you forever and always.
Just one slip, and you're a murderer.
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Planting Danger
ParanormalI stared in horror as the man stumbled backward. Blood gushed from cuts all over him. He blinked at me and raised an arm feebly. Backing away, I pressed my back against the wall. His eyes closed and he fell to the ground with a thump. The dark figur...
