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Absolutely brilliant!

If you’re having trouble developing a character for one of your stories, here’s an idea that may help you. Create a Pinterest board for that character and pin the following things:

Things they would like

Food they would eat

Clothes they would wear

Places they like to go

Places they dream of going

Elements of their culture

Elements of their religion (if they have one)

Where they live

Color palettes that fit them

Their aesthetic

Quotes that relate to them

Seeing all of these things together in the same board may help you visualize the character more.

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This is Remy :) she's my cousin's puppy and she's 18 weeks old ❤❤

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Forgotten

His heart was like a forgotten room,

Dark and dusty within.

Full of things he stored away

But no one asked of him.

He stored up knowledge, wisdom and hope

And ideas that he never did tell

But there wasn't a soul who cared enough

To wonder what was inside his shell.

Then one lovely day there was one lovely girl

Who discovered the dusty old door.

She opened it up and turned on the lights...

He wasn't alone anymore.

She searched through the trinkets and things that he had

And discovered the value of him.

He had silver and diamonds and rubies galore

It had all just been hidden within.

He joined her in the dimly lit room

And helped her organize.

And slowly through the mess of time

He fell in love with her eyes.

She told him how she loved his smile.

He said the same to her.

She held his hand and touched his face...

He knew he'd found his forever.

-e.n.

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Curtain

They wondered how she did it,

How she always shined so bright.

But what they didn't know

Was that she just reflected light.

Over her soul she drew a curtain,

Colorful and sweet.

But on the inside of her heart,

She was suffocating underneath.

One day a man with blue eyes came

And asked "why do you hide?"

She peeked from out her curtain and said

"Because it's dark outside".

He saw a tiny light within her

Slowly being snuffed,

And knew she hid because she thought

She'd never be enough.

He gently pulled her curtain back

A few tugs at a time

And slowly then, he fell in love

With the fire in her eyes.

She took the hand he offered her

And let him pull her free

Of all the weight from the black curtain

And wrongs that she believed.

He taught her how to laugh again,

He taught her how to cry.

At last he asked her to be his love...

"Forever," she replied.

-e.n.

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“You know, you can solve your problems without violence.”

“OK, but consider: I’m really, really good at violence.”