They sat together their feet planted on the floor, shoulders hunched, necks stiff. The girls face was downcast, her eyes slowly scanning the floor and only occasionally daring to look up; the boy was wide-eyed, as if he was experiencing something he couldn’t fully comprehend. The two never thought they would be in a room like this, waiting for something to happen — something that they would not dare to understand for many years. In their minds, it would be over quickly, forgotten, and left in a dark and musty corner of their mind. Surely, denial would get them through.
“Oh, you thought you were the one?” She sneered oh so patronizingly.
His head scrambled for an explanation. How could he have been so stupid? The more he discovered, the more it seemed to point to him. Why did he listen to that girl? Maybe a part of him wanted to believe. Thinking that possibly there was something special about him after all was intoxicating. But no, he was just like everyone else. Like everyone else, but stupider for believing he wasn’t.
He took in a sharp, cold breath. Awe overwhelmed the captain as he took in the otherworldly mass. It would be up to him as to whether the rest of the world could learn of this discovery. His initial thought was no, of course not, this would be incomprehensible. And if the team was not able to uncover the origins, it reveals nothing but mystery, chaos, and confusion. The captain was a man of order, and the reveal without deeper knowledge would go against his natural instinct. Buried in the ice and snow, it would take weeks to uncover anything of purpose. He drew closer. There seemed to be a source of power woven through the machine, but what kind of power? As he neared, the mass began to loom over him. There was so much unknown, and it left him unsettled.
Brave: I want my character to be someone that is afraid, but does the tough things anyways.
Flawed: My character may have the best intentions, but inevitably hurts others.
Truth-seeking (curious): The character desires to learn the truth. They are determined and persistent as they want to learn what’s really going on.
Personality: ENFP-A
Campaigners’ intuition may lead them to read far too much into other people’s actions and behaviors. Instead of simply asking for an explanation, Campaigners may end up puzzling over someone else’s desires or intentions. This kind of social stress is what keeps harmony-focused Campaigners awake at night.
Campaigners (ENFPs) are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. With their lively, upbeat approach to life, they stand out in any crowd.
These personality types run deep – as does their longing for meaningful, emotional connections with other people.
Without a healthy dose of imagination, creativity, and curiosity, a Campaigner simply wouldn’t be a Campaigner.
Campaigners are independent and creative, always on the lookout for the magic and meaning in everyday life.
Dread, dread foil and fuddle Darkest power to make the muddle Numerous Tumorous boils and rot Take this now or help thee not.
Mercy sought and punish given Brought to death and not forgiven From the south to the north From the depths to the heavens. Dark and gaunt, left to plot and dreaden.
Lois: “I know who you are”
Superman: “Uh, Clark Kent”
L: “No, who you really are.”
S: “Heh, uh what do you mean? That’s a weird thing to say.”
L: “Have you ever noticed a resemblance to Superman when you take your glasses off?”
S: “Yeah, lucky me. My doppelgänger is Superman.”
L: “Have you ever noticed that when you run off, Superman starts fighting the bad guys?”
S: “Hmm. Now that can’t always be true. Come on.”
L: “I mean, it’s pretty much always happening.”
S: “That’s a strange coincidence”
L: “And why is it always me that’s getting rescued by Superman? It’s like I’m a magnet for bad things happening to me, and every time here comes Superman who just happens to look like my boyfriend with glasses off. Do you even need glasses?”
S: “…”
L: “Clark, I’m not stupid. It’s been long enough. Now stop gaslighting me and tell me the truth.”
S: “Am I hotter to you if I’m Superman?”
L: “Oh yeah. Definitely hotter.”
S: “Ok, I’m Superman.”
L: “No, I mean like, don’t just say that because it makes you more attractive to me.”
Superman starts levitating and zaps the couch pillow with his lazer eyes.
L: “I knew it! I knew it! Wow, this is going to complicate things.”
S: “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you! It’s complicated dating a superhero. “
L:”…and this was my favorite pillow!”
S: “Yeah, I always hated it. Sorry.”
Jen and Harry dropped off Sarah with the family. As they watched as the girls played together, Jen noted that others could snap at Sarah aggressively, but she couldn’t be bothered. Her desire to please made her easy to be around. The pitter-patter of feet encircled the room; Harry recalled that Sarah loved to play hide and seek and wouldn’t stop seeking until she found you — such a persistent girl she was. Of course, Jen noted, she could get over excited occasionally, but she could calm down in a matter of minutes. Jen called out “Sarah” and she came galloping their way, she was always good like that. Sarah was breathing heavily her mouth open wide and eyes peering up expectantly. Jen and Harry gave her one last pat, one last kiss on her soft ears, and with a deep pang pulled themselves up. As if a cord was forever attached to their sweet girl, they yanked themselves away. This would be the perfect family for their dog, but the ache in their chests and the tears upon their cheeks disagreed.
I want to write a novel for children that excites their imagination and incorporates deep truths along with important values. I want to write about a girl (or boy, I’m not sure yet) who was taken from their home and left an orphan. Their goal is to find a place that they belong. While they have been cared for, they always have felt different and not accepted. Maybe finding the truth about where they come from will help?
A gust of cool air brushed across her face, cooling her brow and welcoming a deep breath. The cotton candy sky was just out of reach — oh that she could pluck off a fluff and taste it’s sweetness. She felt her body cool as she lay back into the earth’s green blanket. It was soft, just for her. Someone out there must love her.
