So, I was all happy and excited, because I'd just gotten a wordpress account and was stalk- I mean, reading Kendra Lynne 's posts, when I saw this . 😲 I just got the account /today/. *Sighs and picks up pencil* I.. technically /did/ sign up for this.. Oh well. Rules: Thank the person who tagged you. Make a picture for the tag-post. Tag three people. So, Thanks Kendra! 😃 1- How do you decide what a character will look like in your stories? Hmm.. I don't really. I just think about their character, what role they're meant to play, and sort-of do it off that. I'll give an example: One of my characters, Dominic, has been searching for 13 years to find someone. He's a vampire, the son of Dracula. He's a bit harsh at the beginning. He has never really liked his parents, and the feeling is mutual. I can't /really/ describe clothes, but he has tangled, uneven and wild hair, red eyes he keeps an umbrella with him at all times, as
Hey Guys! Guessing by the title, you know this post is short story time :P When I say short, I mean short. Like, this isn't even a page long, but it's incredibly cute so I thought I'd share it (*Cough Cough while I come up with an idea for a post cough cough*) So, here it is! Enjoy! (I challenge you to guess her age) “IT'S CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” I yelled, waking up the whole household in the process. “It's Christmasit'sChristmasit'sChristmassssssss!!!” I ran around in circles, my way of showing that I'm excited. I bumped into my older sister, and stared up at her with huge, excited brown eyes. “Guess what, sis?!” I said, excitedly. She grinned. I guessed that she knew already, but I'm gonna tell her anyway. “What?” “IT'S CHRISTMASS!!” I jumped and hugged her. She laughed. I climbed down and ran into my parent's room, who were somehow still asleep. I grinned mischievously. I ran back to my room and shook my younger sister awake. “Wa
There was once a little girl, and her brother and parents. Her story, or, most of it, started this February. Since, her Grandfather was in hospital, and her uncle was going to work on her house, they went and stayed with their aunt. The district of the hospital that her Grandfather was in decided there was nothing they could do for him in the district that he was in, so they just left him. Luckily, the Girl's Father was a nurse, so he was able to push them to do more, but it was too late. He died late February. A couple of days earlier, the Mother received word from her brother that her Father'd had a stroke. He died, just four days before the other Granddad died. Then, the Company that the Father was working for had to close down, so he was left with no opportunity other than to go to the hospital, seven hours away from where they lived. It was hard for him to find a place to live, but he managed to find a place, but it would only fit him. The other family members had to
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