Do your characters hate you?

[Kylie]

This is a short story. A poetic short tale. The happenings of a character. Many times, as a writer, we learn to embrace our characters. To love them. This is the other side of reality. There are just some characters we just put under the bus. Maybe we started to write their story but upon realizing all the work, we crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. This is a voice. One singular voice crying out to her friends because she dreams of a bigger life.

Are fictitious characters real? No.

Is it fun to write them though? Absolutely!

And that is what this is…a tale of a character….a girl who refuses to give up when all else seems lost.

Do your characters hate you for their unfortunate ‘mishaps’? This is a topic where your character is free to express their feelings to the world…that way, maybe we authors will be a little less harsh lol. Feel free to write a poem, a short story, or an interview with the character even and post it below!! I can’t wait to see what y’all come up with XD

 

follow the one with fire in His eyes

[Kylie]

I will always be here
A poetic short tale 

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Here I am

The author put me under the pen
Trapped me in a room of fantasy
Trapped me in these words

Ink, everywhere

Scratch marks of original drafts
But, even in the void, I was there
A small character in an empty abyss

Placed in an hourglass
Watching minutes slowly pass

The author didn’t care
No, not at all

She just muddled word after word
Spinning a tale of endless tragedies

Placing me in the light
To be loved one second
Only then to be thrown against a wall of insecurity
She threw me in a cavern

Stuck
Alone

Here I cry

These tears being just untold stories

I want to be free
To never fall
To become alive

And to be loved for real

But, alas, this too is vain
For the author will never allow such

She will forever spin me in a cauldron of mishaps
A series of misadventures

Where feelings wrestle feelings
And fear is forever haunting me

Sadness taunting me
And heartache causing these tears to brim

I want out
Out of this spinning world

Like a bird
Free of this cage

To be held

To dance like no-one is watching
And to be loved like I’ve never been hurt
To sing like no-one’s is listening

Darkness will never drive out darkness
Only light can do that

Hate can never drive out hate
Love can only do that

I soar
And I fall

I break apart
And I breathe

And mend
And heal

Because I know
This dream will never be true

But I know something no-one else does

I know

That hope
Is stronger than hate

And love
Is bonded with mercy

 

So take a step
Onto the waves

Let go, my child
And may Christ only be the light that shines through us
Even though we face torment

 

Because I hope
Just hope

That unlike some
You will feel me
And show me love

 

follow the one with fire in His eyes

[Kylie]

Tagging time!!! @godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @smiley @acancello @euodia-vision @esther-c @lightoverdarkness6 @loopylin @keilah-h @mineralizedwritings @anyone else bc I can’t think of anyone else

follow the one with fire in His eyes

[GodlyFantasy12]

@livingwoodchronicles beautiful!!!

#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb

[Esther]

@livingwoodchronicles

I loved that poem!!

I’ll have to do an interview with my charries soon… 😏 (Kinda scared to know what they’re going to say 😬😂)

Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

[Keilah H.]

@livingwoodchronicles wow that was cool!!

I don’t know…..my charries would have a LOT to say about me, and not all of it is nice so…..Hmm, maybe I’ll interview one of the tamer ones, the ones who WON’T bite my head off.

Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.

[Felicity]

@livingwoodchronicles

That is so…heartbreaking! I don’t even want to think about all the poor characters that I once created but will never write again.

Just because the stories are so lame….

or I’ve forgotten what was going to happen next.

I have a whole three-ringed binder FULL of old stories I probably won’t ever finish.

All those poor, trapped characters… *sob*

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Such a good idea, though! 🙂 Thanks for the inspiration!

He must increase, but I must decrease.

[Euodia]

@livingwoodchronicles

I love this idea! And that poem was amazing!

I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child

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