Feed a Predator...
As he sat there bored, he began to read the graffiti scrawled all over the stall wall's. it was mostly just juvenile slurs and slang, but one thing caught his eye.
Business Expenses
Without the graffiti. without the stink. i loved that about the matrix. i loved that about my job. i could hear myself think there. no distractions. no noise.
DPs Self Discovery
The place looked like it had been closed for a long time due to the amount of dust but no signs of vandalism or graffiti.
one long day
His shirt was just some home-made generic graffiti on black background. he had a snap-back which was tilted ever so slightly to the side.
all before school
His shirt was just some home-made generic graffiti on black background. he had a snap-back which was tilted ever so slightly to the side.
Renes pool hall days part 2
In all different colors the words "fuck off" was written in bold graffiti. "i read it on a bathroom stall." "what? where? i haven't' seen that."
Unlikely Companion chap.4: Night of Misery, Morning of Love.
All chad had on was a black t-shirt that had had white graffiti as well as paint splatters around it, giving it a street look to it. he had on a torn pair of navy blue jeans the has several rips along it, showing some spots of his legs.
My Demon
Stripes didn't know how to react when he looked around feeling like this was his church, with a sly grin he looked around looking at the graffiti art that lurked behind the dancers.
Part 2: Dead Silence
"petty crimes, like stealing, graffiti, low-level fraud, and so on. nothing major." "then what caused you to get an indagator?" the fox sighed loudly. "we got a call, just outside of the farms of someone going in but never coming back out.
Carmine
A small apartment building covered in generations of graffiti, the red bricks it was made from had long since failed to be recognizable.
post-society: intro
They were a straight series of steps with various rocks, needles and graffiti on the walls. slightly further in to the hallway were the stairs upward.
Like Father, Like Son
Raunchy graffiti marred the walls, vandalized in layers over more years than the young buck had been alive. a lightbulb nearing the end of its lifespan faltered and flickered overhead, failing to fully illuminate the dank corners of the room.