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
Self-MutilationSitting on the bathroom floorSelf-Mutilation10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A razor blade drags across her skin
Tracing the movement throuhg her veins
Forgive her father for she loves this sin
She never cuts to kill herself
Instead to ease her pain
Blood raises to the surface
And drips down like rain
No tear falls from her eye
But with a few more strokes of the blade
She becomes light-headed
And the room begins to fade
Consciousness has left her
While death whispers in her ear
She can't listen, her voice
Screaming is all she can hear
No longer praying for forgiveness
Her life is now first on her list
Looking down, I secretly
Cherish the scars upon my wrist
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
Elle StoryYou and I both know that the world was never the same after that. I mean, sure, I still saw cars and buses and trees, but never again did I seeElle Story15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think, for the sake of therapy, I'll tell the story all over again. Not for my therapy, of course -- I'm quite fine with how things turned out. Really, I am. Honest.
Anyway, there we were, Marc, Sasha, Elle, and I, fidgeting at the edge of the pond out back, beyond my backyard fence. Junetime sun goaded our young bodies into sweating, and our mouths responded in the usual dry humor.
"Well, whatcha think?" Probed Marc. He was always doing things like that -- one minute being a great pal, the next being someone far older than the rest of us. Well, far older than I, at least. He'd been doing this probing for several minutes now, and it was starting to get on my nerves. If only I could've given him an answer, I would have given it to him long ago, shouting, "Take it! Take it! Just quit probing!" And then I would've been free to