Describe a character that has a unique physical trait that sets them apart from others
Use descriptive language to create a clear appearance for the reader to imagine.
What Am I…?
I slink into the corners of your mind.
I’m a shadow that everyone tries to hide.
I claw at your confidence.
I rip apart your feelings.
I tear at your wounds.
What am I?
Take a guess.
I grab ahold of your trust.
I’ll test it’s bounds.
Did it break?
I’ll travel down endless memories.
Telling you what you’ve done wrong.
I’ll remind you that you’re a mistake.
Can you guess??
She is not like them.
Quiet, shy, and simple,
Brave, strong, with fire,
Her eyes hold a flame,
can’t look away.
Her soul is on fire,
can’t contain her rage.
Her heart stands full,
will not break.
Her hands are steady,
She is not like them.
She is only
Yes her eyes were blue like the ocean
The ones people fall for over and over
But your Amber eyes glisten in the night
Being even brighter in the sunlight
Your eyes of autumn glint in the day
And shine bright with the moon and it’s great.
Her eyes carry storms and hold chaos
While your eyes absorb the sunlight
Leaving gold riches on the sides.
Your eyes represent the deepest riches
In the gro...
(Part of "The Last Wolf Rider" series)
Lyria looked at herself in the mirror, her finger curling the silver streak of hair that framed her face. Lyria didn’t know why her hair, especially in that one spot, had turned silver but she didn’t mind it one bit as it always felt like she had a piece of Argenta with her.
Argenta too, had begun to go darker in spots around her mane, a deep brown that alm...
I stand before you with hopeful eyes
Your edges are glistening, sharp as knives
A familiar image nostalgia contorted
Eyes empty pools, black, distorted
Duality is opposites on the same thread
Scales balanced, joy the bedfellow of dread
A siphon of energy a thief in the night
But is it really stealing, if I don’t fight
I burned bright as the sun, a dying supernova
Your handiwork imploded my false ...
I am missing an arm. It sounds so careless. I didn't set it down and lose it like some treasured thing that I didn't look after. No it was stolen from me. The Cata took it right at the elbow. But I got even. I took it back.
I don't miss my arm. I'm sure everyone who is missing a hand or a leg or anything would say that. In my case it is true. It happened so long ago that I have grown accustomed t...
Bent Fork Trembled
A lot of people have heard tell of the Goatman. Up around Pope Lick Crick, there were stories about a half man half goat who was a traumatized circus freak who took refuge under a trestle and jumped out at cars with an axe. The Poke Lick Monster mostly just encourages young fools to hang around an old bridge and young slow fools to get hit by freight trains.
There is the Goatman of Lake Worth who...
I’ve often been told that my “disability” is a blessing in disguise. I’ve yet to see it as a blessing or a disability. It neither harms or benefits my health. I’m able to live a relatively normal life, but only if I follow the rules set in place.
Keep my hair down at all times when in public spaces. If the weather is anything but fair, bring an umbrella or a hat. As long as my ear is no...
From a half of a mile away, I notice a rainbow colored, harmless looking creature walking towards me. It seems to be a female and resembles a human in many ways. Her ears are about 2 inches wider than humans and I notice that her hair moves willingly and seems to be just as alive as her. As she gets closer, I notice two infinity symbols on the side of her face, both about an inch vertically and ho...