Paint
Dipping his paintbrush into the liquid set up below him, he swabbed his brushes against the large canvas before him. A mixture of red hues.
It was his favourite piece yet. The liquid often ran down the painting, after all it was thick and heavy. Red was always his favourite color, so was painting apples.
Trains
Mae walked along the train tracks, wandering around. Much like her thoughts.
Often there wasn’t anyone around here this late. After all who would want to hang out in such a place.
The trains would come every hour, Mae had just missed the last one.
This would be the perfect place for a body.
Loss
Mika was afraid, she knew this would be the end but not like this. Her muscles ached, she was hoping it would be an easy day.
Her fellow classmates stood in shock beside her, the scene in front of them burned into their brains.
People screamed from the crowd, it was a losing game.
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