Daydream : anotherlifeMy name is Aidan...well, that's what i had believed my name was; until a squirrelly, out spoken, leather clad red head came along a changed every thing for me.Daydream : anotherlife4 years ago in Settings More Like This
My life, my family; they had all been a lie fed to me by some implant the government had made mandatory a century ago. It was supposed to make every thing better, help us live in this desolate world I now know as home.
It would have been my 18th birth day in a few months; not that i was really looking forward to it. For me this would only mean spending another day alone in my 1 bed room apartment chasing mice or salvaging food from the frig. Oh what a time that would have been. But, Now i find my self instead nurturing the daughter I still can't remember ever having.
Ely was her name, and at eight years old she is the sweetest most precious little girl you would ever want to meet. I still can't exactly understand how even in this world an eight year old does not g
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
CreationI sat at the computer staring at the blank page before me. "What to create ", my story needed a steed; but I hated using the same creatures everyone else did. I was tired of dragons, horses of all mythical and real types, and all the other cliché beings dropped into stories because people were either too lazy to create their own or too strict to allow a little fantasy into their writings.Creation5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So, there I sat staring at a character sheet refusing to fill itself in. I wanted a canine, something natural with endurance and a predator but easily lovable. The big cats were too often used as villains and could be far too wild to be a beast of burden and a companion for one so easily abused; I also was craving the loyalty of a pack animal. So a canine it was, but how to really create it into my own. I thought of patterns and textures, pelt lengths, and estimated sizing. After all, the creature would have to be huge and rare.
On and on the questions poured from my head, but I was craving