He doesn’t want to be a hero … he just ends up in the right place at the right time and can’t help himself. He’s introverted and doesn’t like a fuss being made about him. He’s quiet.
He has long black hair and almost white blue eyes that have been augmented to see a broader spectrum of light that normal people.
He’s freakishly tall because of his alien lineage.
I have this idea for a time travel Christmas story. It is still in the concept formation stages, but I have an opening I’d like to share with you …. Gabriel, the lead character, is obsessed with going back in time to see Christ’s birth in person. When he finally makes it, he discovers something that shatters his faith at first, but over the course of the story regains it with a deeper understanding of God and the Universe.
Sometimes people I see around really strike me and interesting and potentially inspirational for characters. Back in July 1999, I saw this boy at Paramount’s Great America who really struck me as an interesting character. This is what I wrote about him in my Random Thoughts journal. He was standing in the line for the…
Sesno Galler is a character from my first novel (working title “Patricia Arian Richfield”). I got his name from my Chemistry teacher in High School — I took the teacher’s name and twisted it around. He was a teacher in training and I didn’t really like him much. The novel isn’t polished yet and may…
The crunching sound of someone walking along the path broke the silence of the refuge. Silence, of course, defined as a place where no human ear is receiving sound waves. The refuge is a place where nature thrives and the half-way-there souls await their payment. Today, after centuries of only birds singing, animals scurrying and…
Once, while we were driving around in Tampa, Fla., a saw a license plate that I immediately jotted down. It was “WUD4OG” … Wood for Og. The idea struck me: Who is Og? This is what I came up with: Og is a 7-foot troll. He is kind hearted–the kind of person who rescues butterflies….
I found it! The snippet I told you about in the Nairobi Meyers sketch. Here ya go! She stood in the doorway. Her right hand was holding a weapon, her left was on the door frame. Her eyes flamed. Just by the way she stood, you could tell of her anger. Her vertical pupils pulsed…
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