Interview Your CharacterINTERVIEW YOUR CHARACTERMore Like This
(YOUNG ADULT VERSION)
Choose an original character you have created. All questions must be answered from the character's perspective. The character should remain "in character" throughout the interview. The character may refuse to answer a given question, but must say something in reply to it. The character must answer truthfully, but that does not necessarily mean that their answers must be true, only that the character believes them to be true. Have fun.
. VITAL STATISTICS
. ABILITIES AND TRAITS
. HISTORY AND INFLUENCES
. PERSONAL TASTES AND OPINIONS
. SELF IMAGE
. KEY SOCIAL INFLUENCE
. GOALS AND DREAMS
1: What is your full name?
2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity?
3: How tall are you?
4: How much do you weigh?
5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)?
6: Describe your hai
Never woke upShe asked no questions, there was no time, “What do we do?”More Like This
Paul looked at his hands, a look of fear and wonder dancing across his face, “It's still in me. I can feel it. It got left behind...”
He clenched his fists, shaking away the sorrow, a new resolve washing over him, “Take me to Tal'shen.”
They ran, coming across Tal'shen, who now looked like a clustered blob of mangled twisting flesh with tentacles stemming out from all sides and a single beak like mouth, gaping wide as it swallowed whole victims in the blood laden streets.
Paul breathed deep, closing his eyes before approaching the beast. Maya could only watch.
Paul spread out his arms....
Tal'shen grasped him, dangling him above his mouth.
Just then, tears filled Paul's eyes as he began to remember. He remembered the woman winking at him when he was 17; she looked just like Maya. He remembered why he came to London, why he got on the train, but most of all, he remember the redheaded epilepti
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartMore Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.