Neglected OC MemeNeglected OC List Meme
1) Pick 6 NEGLECTED characters
2) Don't change the questions
3) Please don't chose a character that you always use. It defeats the purpose of this meme.
4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want)
5) Have fun!
PICK SIX CHARACTERS::
1. First, introduce yourselves, since most of you aren't known to others. State your name, age, and one thing know one knows about you.
Maya: I'm Maya, fourteen years of age and I wish people would talk to me more
Alice: Hey I'm Alice, I'm fifteen and I'm psychic...
Niamh: Hi I'm Niamh, I'm fifteen and I'm Maya's second cousin
Aaliyah: My name's Leah, I'm fourteen and I know that I'm way too loud.
Tim: Hey I'm Tim, I'm fifteen and I don't actually like playing sports
Sam: I'm Sam, I'm fourteen and I've had a huge crush on Eulalia for three years now
2. Second, lets go through your past. Any
The damage you had done"I run a mount to meet you
When I knew the storm had come
I felt the rain on your face
And the damage you had done
I know what you're thinking
This will never be the end
And when the storm is over
You won't see me again
I felt Tempest before I saw her. She wasn't in control of herself, that much was certain. She didn't know the true extent of her powers. I tracked her disorganised thoughts though the city, trying desperately to block out the people around me. The constant background hum of life. I knew I would be too late the moment I felt the first drop of water on the back of my neck but still I ran.
Tempest knew it would be too late too. I could feel her panic. Her frustration. Her guilt. I thought the guilt was the worst until the screams came.
The silent screams. It feels strange to describe an emotion as a scream, but there really is no better way. It was painful. The confusion of the masses. The calm of the insane. The curiousity of the innocent.
I turned the corner and s
Writer's Challenge Short AutobiographyMy real name is Megan. Did you think you were going to get my last name too? Shame, you're not going to.
I will admit that most of my life is basically fantasy. When I was small I would pretend to be a werewolf or a ghost, because I have always been just that normal.
I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome when I was about 9. I remember my mother cried and there was a conveniently placed box of tissues in the doctor's office for her to dry her eyes. I'm not sure whether I even reacted. Nothing had changed, nothing was worth crying about. If anything I was happy, now my eccentricity had both cause and excuse. One of the things I remember vividly about that day was my response to the question, "How many friends do you have?" I replied, "Three.".
The summer holidays between years 6 and 7, the transition between primary and secondary school, were when I stopped eating. I wasn't starving myself. I just wasn't hungry. I think my parents were on the verge of having me tested for depression wh
Rhonwen Ackerley 'The Female Sherlock Holmes' 3I have to admit I was hoping that my new aquantance would have a car but my hopes were dashed when she called for a taxi. What had I expected? The girl was barely old enough to have a licence. The floor of the taxi was just as sticky as that of the bus, maybe worse.
The cab was filled with the sound of awkward silence. The buzzing silence was making me feel uncomfortable but Rhonwen seemed perfectly content with the quiet. I got the idea that she was thinking, about what I was not sure, and though I didn't want to break her train of thought, the silence was bordering on physical pain. I opened my mouth to speak but before I had even got a word out she snapped out of her revere.
"You don't like taxi's much do you?"
I raised my eyebrows and indicated the taxi driver
Rhonwen shrugged it off "Oh he doesn't mind"
"How could you possibly know that?"
"It's more of a presumption really... I can't read minds." She hung her head, as if mind reading was a real and acheivable goal for her.