creepy

it is a study, W. said, but not only a study. "can you grasp a world in which it was always such as this?" i thought not. W. shook off all clothing, grabbing my arm for stability. "Look," said W., "my tattoo has a scab." its impact was almost nil. in fact, it stank.

Jermey

Somewhere in Oregon

Rough, meaty hands stripped the plastic drawstring bag from her
grasp as she fell to the ground.

Her smile elegantly pursued the attacker's withdrawing footsteps.

She was the Spider Lady -- tourists visited from nearby counties to
gawk at her collection of venemous eight legged assassins.

Plastic drawstring bags are excellent for carrying Black Widows.

Todd

no name

He noticed her alone in a corner booth withered with the wonderful exhaustion of a big city dreamer. She took a drag from her cigarette, looked into her coffee cup, now empty aside from ashes, then looked up, directly into his eyes, smiled knowingly, gathered her coat and bag and calmly left without paying.

Garrett