Wednesday, September 24, 2014

MY WRITING
Jane and Yato walk silently through the moon-lit street. Any lights that were on are now off. The traffic lights show green and they walk on. Jane is a young lady of 13. She is fair-haired and her face is flawless, with the exception of a birth mark on her lower cheek. It is brown, but it is yellow from a distance. Yato, on the other hand, is someone you wouldn't call handsome. He has a face with many freckles and wears glasses that have never suited him. His brown hair sits in a bowl cut. Silently, they walk on.