Wow. So here I am. Falling from a cliff. To my death. Simply wow.
How did this happen? you ask me, pondering at my nonchalant expressions. Hm. You know, just the realization that I could hit the bottom any second has made me forget how I ended up here, falling through the air at an increasing speed, in the first place. I suppose if I start from the beginning, Ill remember more. So here it goes
The day was March twelfth, nineteen seventy-two when I was first conceived---oh, too far back? My mistake. Alright then, lets start from yesterday.
I remember sitting on the steps going up my back porch; sniffing the mixed frag
Ideas for Character Pasts by dark-sheikah, literature
Literature
Ideas for Character Pasts
Life-Changing Events
- Rite of passage (birth, adolescence, marriage, joining a religion or club, etc.)
- Death of a family member, mentor, lover, pet, or best friend
- Committing a crime; murder, stealing, break-in, kidnapping, arson, rape, drugs, adultery, forgery, treason, etc.
- Victim or witness of a crime
- Falling in love
- Converting beliefs
- Switching jobs/careers
- Switching lifestyle
- Saving a life
- Scientific discovery
- Personal discovery; destiny, spiritual goal, family secrets, hidden potential, power, or talent
- Fighting in a war
- Winning or losing a battle
- Being recognized for a skill, trait, endeavor, or
Only those with grades far above average and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private school Wammy's House. The Wammy Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands; just think of it as Wammy's elegant playground for the super smart and beautiful.
~*(S)*~
"This place has four libraries," the boy uttered to himself. "You'd think one of them would be quiet." His book bag slung over his shoulder, the black haired boy closed the library door, muting the chatter on the other side to just a dull
i am combat boots. i am wishes on supernovas. i am washing away the year's dust, i am washing away the year's hurt. i am not paper-cuts, i am not ink stains, i am not words hidden in the moment before pen touches paper. i am the absence of regret, or guilt, or grief. i am never grief. i am never tears. i am never hysterical breakdown.
i am always hysterical breakdown clawing. i am never broken bones. i am never splinters. i am always accident: it was an accident i am an accident i don't know how that accident happened. i am always cold. i am never done writing about how cold it is. how it feels like i have ice for bone, i will melt in the wa