Character Mondays: Ieoie

. . . Christmas time has been so busy that I'm behind. Either way, I'm taking a break from working on Breaking Free, and instead I'm working on this fun new character! :)

*Drops Ieoie*

Me: Okay. Who are you?

Ieoie: *Grins* I'm Ieoie, son of the Elvish Thief Lord, and grandson to the greatest thief ever!

Me: Um, okay. Who are in your family? 

Ieoie: Well, I have my mom and dad, one older sister, and three younger sisters. 

Me: Why do you call your grandfather the greatest thief ever?

Ieoie: He stole an obsidian door off of a mermaids palace front gate. While the guards where standing there! :D

Me: Wow. How did he do that?

Ieoie: Well, he never told anyone how he did it. He just did it.

Me: Okay, where do you live?

Ieoie: <.< You haven't named the city yet, but it's a merchant city on the edge of a desert next to a very big harbor that goes out to the sea. 

Me: What are you?

Ieoie: Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to? I'm a fire elf!

Me: Because I'm trying to get to know you better. :) As a fire elf, what can you do?

Ieoie: I can shoot sparks out of my hands! :D You should see my older sister though, she can create rainbow colored flames. But mine comes in handy more often. . .

Me: U huh. Okay then, one last question. What are you scared of?

Ieoie: Me? Truly?

Me: Yes.. Truly.

Ieoie: *sigh* I'm scared of darkness. Of being enveloped in it and not be able to create light with my sparks. Everything being a black void that eats all of that beautiful light.

Me: O.O Okay. See you next week!

My First Drabble! The winged girl

Drabble = What you write using a writing prompt in as few words as possible.

This is my first Drabble. My prompt was wings and my goal was 100 words. It's 155. . . But I couldn't do any less without taking something away. Here it is:

The girl looked down into the alley and winced. The sound of a dog yelping in pain could be heard, and the sound of boys laughing. Anger distorted her face, and she stood up on the roof and opened her wings. She relished the look of horror on the boys' faces when the looked up to see her; a black winged red-headed angel dressed in a gray over-sized hoodie and dark brown jeans. They scattered as she glided down to where the mongrel lay near a dumpster. He looked up at her, fear showing in his eyes as he growled at her. She sighed; she knew of his pain, for she had been tormented before too. She took off her hoodie, showing a black sequined sleeveless shirt that was hidden underneath, and picked up the dog with it. Her dad was going to kill her for bringing home a dirty mutt, but she didn't care.  

(Update 1/1/13: I found this picture on Pinterest that looks like the girl I imagined. I love Pinterest!)

Character Mondays: Derek

AAAHH! I'm a little behind today, so I'll do just a few questions!

Me: What is your favorite color?

Derek: Silver

Me: What is your favorite season?

Derek: Autumn

Me: What is your favorite animal?

Derek: I don't like animals. . .

Me: Well that doesn't surprise me.

Derek: But I do like tarantulas.

Me: Okay. . . Good night!

Character Mondays!

To keep me going on my blog (of which I am  very new at. -_-) I am now creating Character Mondays! Every Monday I will post via a character. They can talk with other characters, they can talk with me, they can even answer questions if anyone reading this asks any. Let the adventures begin.

This week is Jesi! I'll start by asking her five basic questions about herself.

Jesi: Hi.

Me: Well, introduce yourself.

Jesi: You just did. I said hi.

Me: Okay. . . So, what's your favorite color?

Jesi: Blue. Do I have to do this?

Me: Yes. What is your favorite animal?

Jesi: Scottish Terriers. Why do I have to do this?

Me: Because I have to learn more about you. What is your favorite food?

Jesi: Baked Potatoe Buffet. You thought me up, why do you have to learn more about me?

Me: Because I can't write a good story with a puppet, now please no more questions! What is your favorite season?

Jesi: Spring, because it's fresh and gooey and wet.

Me: . . . What is your favorite gem stone?

Jesi: Tigers eye, because I like them. Are we done?

Me:. . . Yes.