DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
Things Went Wrong Part IThere were times when Riku questioned if some deity took pleasure in his suffering.Things Went Wrong Part I8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sighed heavily, the names of the remaining students in class slowly dwindling as the instructor counted off. One, two, one, two, one, two. It was a routine well observed that semester, several weeks of the same thing, and always Riku knew exactly what he was destined for as he looked out the window and tried to imagine being there and not in his seat.
Were he outside he wouldnt feel that same gaze boring into the back of his skull, burning with or without intention. It remained a mystery to him as to whether he was actively resented or not and he didnt care to inquire. He just waited for the countdown to his demise, the same fate that always befell him. Invariably it would come and he sat there like a convict at the guillotine.
One, two. One, two.
Four less, it was coming slowly closer, taking its time for a proper dramatic entrance despite being expected, an overzealous actor in an unpop