Late entry, but wanted to do it anyways.
Even if it doesn't count
1. The storm cloud dappled the sky, but I still held out for clear skies for our voyage into space to begin.
2. The various stalls of tanned hides and foreign spices made my eyes water and stopped me from observing my charge for just long enough for everything to go to hell.
3. The bright green scarf tied tightly around her throat did not seem to be much use, since she was naked in a blizzard.
4. Heaving the bundle of my meager possessions over my left shoulder, I took one last look at the town I had brought to ruin.
5. Lillian made her way through the crowded marketplace with her usual dancer's grace, while stealing anything she could get her hands on.
Bonus
Heaving the bundle of my meager possessions over my left shoulder, I took one last look at the town I had brought to ruin. It was not destroyed like one would expect a ruined town to be. I worked more subtle than that. I worked on the people. I had twisted their minds with this silver tipped tongue of mine. I turned friend against friend. I made sons and daughter fight with their parents. I caused fights to break out. I caused thievery. I caused vandalism. I caused murder. I was a being that feed off such chaos.
I could not remember a time where I was not causing some mischief in some place or another. It was my point of existence. It was the only thing I knew. Love, loyalty, honor, humility, compassion, and other such things were repulsive. Those qualities seemed to burn at me. They seemed to serve as a fuel for my rage, for my need to manipulate. They were alien. I never felt any of those things. Why should I respect and allow others to have such feelings, when I was denied them?
That last town had been infuriating at first. That is why I had chose it. It was a carefree little community. There were few grudges. There was mainly happy families going about their happy lives. It was disgusting. I started with my little pushes. These were just nudges toward negative emotions. They weren't strong, but they gave me an idea of what people were best to use and what people would resist most of what I could throw at them.
After those nudges, I worked my way up. I began inspiring arguments, insecurities, depression, and rage. One girl, who was quite susceptible to my inspired depression, ended up killing herself before my first week in the time. She wasn't bad compared to the rest. Her nature was insecure in the first place. I think she was the only not happy one in the whole town. She was a homosexual and fell isolated. My depression turned her into a complete mess. She came out. Her parents helped out by berating her. Then she ended up taking her life. The effects of that was probably was lead to the complete ruin of the town.
Death has an effect, especially unexpected death. Murders and suicides are beautiful outcomes for me. They spend through the town like a disease. The extend a darkness, a shadow of negative emotion. I makes what I do easier. It makes people more susceptible to me. That is why that town was ruined so quickly. It lasted a mere three weeks before I turned everyone against each other.
Turning away, I began my search for the next place where I would create my chaos. The winds seemed to always pull me towards a place where I could sink my teeth into, where I could manipulate to my heart's desire.
Yet a vague feeling pulled at me. It was loneliness. I knew it well. It was a constant distraction to me. Pushing it away, I continued on.
