The Story - Ch. 1 Her name was Harper, and she liked it that way. Her eyes closed as she walked down the busy street, her feet remembering where to stop and where to turn so you don't run in to a pole and look like an idiot. Her long, black hair had been in dreads for as long as she could remember. A choice of her hippie parents. She grew up in a home filled with the smell of Dragon's Blood and Egyptian Goddess incense. It never left her, but it gave her comfort, a feeling of home. Her pale skin seemed to glow as the streetlights shined down on her, a sign that night would be coming soon.The Story - Ch. 1 by ~JazzieDuSoleil
She turned onto Johnson Street as she closed in on her favorite store,
Joy 
My name is Jazzie, I am not a very talented writer, or artist, but I like what I do. And I'm not looking for everyone to love my art, but just to see someone like something from it, that would be awesome  |
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