100 Character Questions by kyriewolfluver212, literature
Literature
100 Character Questions
100 Character Questions
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Andrew Michael Todd
2. Where and when were you born?
I was born in New York City, New York on December 23 fifteen years ago.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My mom's name was Helena Todd. I've never met my father
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
No, but I've always felt that my cousin, Elijah, is a brother to me.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I still live in New York, but now I live with Elijah. We live in a large estate that's beauti
Evolution of Perspective by kyriewolfluver212, literature
Literature
Evolution of Perspective
Evolution of Perspective
In the past few months- since February, to be exact- I've looked at life from a new perspective. Not just life in general, but my own life. How I've changed, how I've grown, and how these changes have affected me.
I guess I can't say that I've changed so dramatically over the course of a few months, but I can say that I've become a different person in the last two years. I've- yes, I'll say it again in case you didn't catch it- changed.
To fully understand my pride, one must look back at my sixth grade year. Wow, was that a crazy year or what? I can summarize the whole year in two words- drama and hormones.
Let's
Razors, pills, and guns-
His way of control.
Enduring the pain, physically and emotionally.
Wincing, grunting, refusing to stop.
Blood has appeared.
Remember-
The girl.
The parents.
The school.
The enemies.
Remember-
The misery.
The pain.
The sorrow.
The relief.
Knife to heart,
Gun to head.
The end is near.
His life is over.
Hello Mother, Hello Father by kyriewolfluver212, literature
Literature
Hello Mother, Hello Father
Hello, Father.
Are you happy to see me?
I've been fine.
My wardrobe stays the same, just this orange suit with my bracelets and chains.
My room's not any different, either.
It's empty. There's only a metal bed, sink, and toilet.
How was your day?
I guess they all seem the same from where you are.
Seeing the same sights everyday.
How's Mother?
Mother? There you are, Mother.
Right next to Father, just like I saw you last.
You seem upset. Why?
Are the men behind me bothering you?
Do you not like your neighbors?
What is wrong, Mother?
You say that you cannot forgive me?
You say that you shouldn't have to be here?
You say that
I've been working on my puzzle for a very long time now.
Piece by piece I've come one step closer to finishing.
There were times in my puzzle when I felt I couldn't finish.
People have told me I couldn't do it, that I shouldn't have started.
I have cried, I have screamed, I have questioned why I started.
But I have also cheered and thrown my hands up in the air because of my accomplishments.
Six pieces left.
I know how close I am to finishing my puzzle.
And I become sad when I realize how close I am.
I have come so far.
Why do I not want to finish?
Three pieces left.
I am even closer to the end.
I am happy to finish.
I have made