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notes to self

Writing Theory: Writing Children

I for one do not like children. They're small and completely irrational at some times. But children are often a intregal part of stories, especially if they are the ones telling the story. So how can we write the little buggers?

Do's & Don'ts

Don't make child wise and omniscient. It's creepy and just plain stupid.

Don't try make the kids cute. Forced cuteness is sickening and will no doubt bring up some annoying memories for your older readers.

Don't treat child characters as if they're stupid. Kids can be pretty aware of things going on around them. They're not stupid.

For the Love of God, no baby talk.

Do give them a personality. They are still people. You have to give them characterization on par with that of those around them.

They should have their own goals, wants, tastes and opinions. Kids have a lot of opinions.

Treat them as people rather than objects. They are not there to be passed around and looked at. They are kids.

Children through the years

Children are dynamic, they are constantly changing as they age. They will begin to grow traits as they age, grow a personality and become people.

1-2 Years Old

Children are beginning to learn basic skills as walking and talking by age 1. At age 2, called the Terrible Twos, children are easily excitable, speaking coherent sentences (though they may need encouragement) and able to create chaos. They are able to begin learning to tools like forks and cups but they will not be coordinate just yet. As kids are still getting to grips with their emotions, they are likely to have mood swings, ranging from happy one minute to pulling out your hair the next.

3-4 Years Old

Kids at this age can start to take care of themselves. They are dress themselves, go to the bathroom by themselves and generally keep themselves together to a certain point. They will begin to understand and follow directions. They will be able to speak complete sentences and understand most words. They will ask a lot of questions. They can be very imaginative at this age, likely to exaggerate. They will try to copy friends and older siblings.

5-6 Years Old

Children at this stage are more active and sure on their feet. They can play more elaborate games, actively interested in hobbies. They can safely use things like scissors, are able to be left in charge lf their appearance and tie their own shoelaces.

7-8 Years Old

Children at this age will cease to exaggerate and embellish stories. They are better at making friendships but are likely to get into spats. They are beginning to understand the social world around them and are more interested it it before. They will have formed a distinct personality at this stage and will use it. They are more independent, able to look after themselves.

9-11 Years Old

Children at this stage will begin to edge into the horror known as being a teenager. They will begin to learn life skills, able to take care of themselves and will begin to think they know it all but they are still kids. They still need supervision even if they think they don't. At this age, they will begin to gain an independent view and opinion of things. The whole social imagine problem will begin to become important to them, they will consider friends and imagine as important factors in their lives.

Kids as Narrators

Though children can be a font of truth sometimes, they often have a way of muddling facts and being confused by certain aspects of the story they are not versed in. Using the age ranges above, you have a clear idea of what aspects kids aren't saavy in yet. Children narrators are often thought of as one of the kinds of unreliable narrator and they can be, depending on the age and maturity. But remember, most children do not intend to muddle things or elaborate and most certainly narrate what they think people want to hear. (though sometimes it can be true).

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enough said

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i just feel so low on energy today and there is so much i have to get done. ugh i could use a nap.

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a meme to commemorate 10 months yesterday.

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i am fully convinced i am the main character in a show about my life. i am living in my own version of the truman show and everything bad that happens to me is simply character development. no one can convince me otherwise.

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damiar: exists

me:

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Your anime boyfriend loves you, he’s real, and he will fuck you don’t listen to the haters ❤️

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all you osomatsu fans wanna reblog and like that meme post i made but none of yall wanna be my friend. weird 🙄

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ETERNAL LIFE

tw:

mentions of murder, blood

gore, cannibalism.

"why'd you have to kill her like that?" 

"there was no other way, angel. she was gonna attract attention if i didn't shut her up.." 

bill rolled his eyes at the brunette before his attention went back to the mess on the floor. the white linoleum tile was painted crimson and the air was smelled metallic. at their feet laid a limp body; that once belonged to a beautiful women with the face of a doll. but now her face was beaten, mangled, and unrecognizable. 

the room was relatively silent, except for the sounds of the woman gargling her own blood. angelic was wrong, she wasn't dead just yet. she clung on to her life by the skin of her teeth. which incidentally were detached from her gums and filling her cheeks. 

just a few a moments ago bill took a bat and smacked her right in her face, just to stop her from sobbing and screaming. 

she gasped for air as her mouth filled with her own blood as she laid there defeated. 

"she's suffering so much pain.." 

angelica turned around, feeling her stomach do cartwheels. even after all the years she had been with bill, she was still uncomfortable with watching people die. it hurt her every time she had to witness it. 

"if she's suffering so much then come over here and finish the job." 

bill knelt over the woman's body, staring down at her. she couldn't see him though, because her eyes were swollen shut. 

"i told you i don't do that!" 

"and why not…?" 

he looked at her, his face twisting into a sour expression. he loathed having to be around angelica. she was soft and weak; he lacked an edge. though, he couldn't leave her. she was useful to him. she made him less suspicious and often made it easy to find people to eat. he couldn't wait for the day he could eat her, she would be a wonderful meal. he just knew it.

she turned around and sighed, 

"—because i'm not a murderer." 

"...technically….you are." 

"—i'm not!" 

"okay, fine. you aren't a murderer. you're my accomplice. BUT murderer or not, you're still not innocent." 

bill did have a point. she may have never been the one to kill but she was the bait. she led innocent people into a trap and deceived them into trusting her with their lives. she was no good person anymore. 

angelica was silent. she stood there completely still, stiff as brittle bones. 

"just hand me the bat, so we can get her out of here and into the kitchen." 

the brunette didn't move. 

"...angel." 

she flinched, before turning her attention to bill. 

"i'm sorry. huh?" 

he sighed, but forced himself to smile at her. 

"the bat?" 

"oh the bat." 

she walked to the other side of the room and grabbed the bat that was propped up against the wall. it was a mess, just like the floor; covered with blood. some spots fresh, some old. angelica lifted the thick wooden bat and gave it a closer look, only to find a tooth wedged deep inside of it. she cringed at the sight before she walked over to bill and handed the murder weapon to him. 

"here." 

"thank you." 

he spoke flatly before standing up and gripping the end on it with his right hand. he lifted the bat up towards the sky and looked down at the girl's body. her breathing was much slower and quieter, but she was still holding onto her life. 

without a second thought he brought the bat down on to her head with great force. a loud CRACK echoed in the room upon contact and the sick sound was soon followed by a wet SPLAT. 

the mess on the floor only grew bigger, because now liquid iron poured all over the floor and pooled into a deep sea of red. 

bill lifted the bat from the woman's head, a trail of mucus and blood flicking off the dirty wood. the raven haired man smacked the bat down again; the sound of shattered bones made a cacophony in the room. 

the bat went up and back down again. blood and brains painted the walls and the clothes he wore as he SMACKED AND SMACKED AND SMACKED AND SMACKED AND SMACKED. 

with each smack angelica flinched. the just watched as he destroyed that woman's skull and squished her brain. it didn't feel real to angelica, it felt like some sick nightmare. 

after what felt like years bill stopped. the sound of the bat clanging on the tile brought her back to reality and she looked down at what bill had done. her blue eyes welled with tears at the sight of the terror. 

the woman's face was completely caved in. her brain was scrambled and scattered around her and her eyes had bursted. 

panting, bill looked over at angelica. he smiled at her before waving her over. 

"c'mere angel.." he spoke softly, trying to calm her nerves. 

angelica shook her head. she could feel her heart beating in her throat and her chest was tight. 

"..no.." 

"what's the matter, angel?" he pouted, a feeling of frustration beginning to burn inside of him.

"why.." 

"why what?" 

"why do you eat people?" 

bill furrowed his brow, taking a moment to really let the question marinate in his mind. he knelt down, gently picking a part of the woman's broken up brain and popping it into his mouth. 

“let me tell you the truth. unless you eat the flesh of the son of man and drink his blood, you can’t have eternal life within you.." 

he paused, taking a moment to chew his snack. 

"...and my dear, angel. i want to live forever.." 

she didn't say anything, for she really didn't know how to respond to what he told her.

bill stood up and wiped his hands on his already filthy pants and he took a deep breath in.

"alright! let's start cleaning. i'll move her to the kitchen and start cutting her up. can you get the cleaning supplies?"

angelica nodded, turning on her heels and heading towards the closet where they kept all their mop, bleach, disinfectant, and clean rags. she came back with arms and hands full of the items to find bill leaning over the dead woman's body, picking some of her flesh right off and eating it.

she quivered, yet a thought entered her mind and she spoke without even thinking,

"hey, bill... could i live forever too..?"

...

this is a story based on 2 of my ocs. bill is a cannibal and angelica is his lover. thanks for reading.

i post more writing on wattpad if you'd like to see more. my account is @S1MOAN :))

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my name is simone

i am seventeen

my pronouns are she/her

i like to write and read

i draw *occasionally*

cats and frogs r my favorite

damiar is cool and hot

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