You groaned as you violently tossed and turned on your bed. You loudly blew your nose into a tissue and let out another wail.
Yup, it was that time of the year again!
No, not that time of the year; it's flu season silly!
You threw the covers over your head to shield your eyes from the sun's blinding rays and whatever jeepers creepers left after the night.
You felt absolutely awful.
Your head, back, throat, face, arms, legs, and every body part known to man hurted like hell! Your body was hot to the touch, but you were shivering in cold sweat like a Chihuahua in winter. Not only that, you looked like a dying fish with your mouth open sinc
~Character stereotypes and how to avoid em~
• WHY: Why are stereotypes bad? They are predictable, boring, annoying, cliché, flat, one-dimensional, need I go on? There’s no advantage to a character stereotype. They water down amazing plots and hinder a mediocre story that could become a great one. I’m not saying at all to avoid predictability so much that your character is all over the place, but, avoid complete stereotyping.
• START: For the sake of simplicity in describing your character to someone else, you may want to use some stereotype wording to paint a quick idea. BUT be careful, and show that your charac
You playfully shoved George, running down the stairs of the Burrow. You had been staying with the Weasleys for the summer, for your parents had been out on a “business trip.” You knew they were sick of work, and probably sick of you, but you didn’t complain. The Weasleys were your second family. Ginny was like a younger sister and Ron a younger brother. You never saw Bill, Percy, and Charlie much, but they were still like your big brothers. Then, there were the twins, who were your other half. While you looked up to them both, and loved them dearly, you couldn’t help but feel differently about one of them. George. Sure
Like something out of a black and white romance film, the night scene was painted by dim street lighting and a secluded bridge with the main characters taking center stage. They stood facing each other on the pavement, the city lights from afar casting a warm silhouette on them.
It was clear to any observant eye that they were in the midst of a lover’s fight, unwilling to put down their pride and reconcile their misunderstandings. Nothing could change their stance in the matter.
“(F/N), do you copy?” The static crackle of the radio shattered the silence of the night. Shook out of her lazy slump, the wo