TYWC members earn megabytes for each entry. Use your imagination. It Starts where it Ends by Lastprofit , age 16 Over the skyline of the city two men stood watching the sunset slowly behind the sky scrapers and beyond the horizon. The city was already alight with the glow of homes and buildings alike. The first man was dressed in an all black business suit, his face was awash with a smile that would put any spokes-person for a Tobacco company to shame.
Every day is a precious gift.
His compaion replied. If anything, everyday is a curse given to us to prolong our misery. His White suit resembled very much Mr Rork from the TV show 'Fantasy Island'. He ran his fingers through his short blond hair. But now I will not be miserable.