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In A Hundred Words

Nothing was left of the money except for a few ten and twenty dollar bills. He’d blown through the rest of the haul in a hurry just trying to get as far away from the scene as possible. And also splurging on some new threads.

He shoved the sad-looking bills in his nearly empty wallet and shoved the wallet into his back pocket. Taking a deep breath, he shouldered the black duffle bag that held the remainder of his belongings and shuffled out of the motel room.

“FREEZE!” The shout startled him. He dropped his bag and raised his hands.

In A Hundred Words

He laughed in my face. At least, that’s what his I-am-superior grin suggested. With his thick black beard only emphasizing the upward motion of the corners of his mouth.

So I punched him. Right in his face. His bearded, smirking face.

“What the fuck man?” He screamed, cradling his now-bleeding nose.

“You what the fuck, man.” I said, calmly raising my fist again. “No reason to be so uppity with me. I just asked a simple question.” My fist came down hard across his cheek.

“Goddamn, get off me!”

“Oh, I’ll get off you.” It was my turn to smile.

In A Hundred Words

In the end, it didn’t matter. In the end, nothing ever matters. Lucy would have known this if she’d ever bothered to listen to the Linkin Park CD her first boyfriend got her back in ninth grade.

But she didn’t. Liam knew that. He turned the volume up louder to hear over the sobbing. All the time and money he’d spent on her, he deserved something other than one timid handjob and a half-hearted breakup.

He had spent years of his life on her. He was going to finally take what he was owed.

Lucy wailed as he leaned in.

In A Hundred Words

I walked to work today. I missed the bus. The next available bus doesn’t come until three hours after my shift starts.

And of course, it started raining. And of course, I left my umbrella at home. And of course, it’s three days until pay-day so I can’t even pick a cheap one up from the store.

I saw one of my coworkers drive past me. Well, she stopped at a light while I was waiting to cross the street. Didn’t even roll down the window to say hello or anything.

Man, sometimes this job isn’t even worth it.

Character Development: Week 5

This week, I have a short story about Millie and how she unwinds after a bad day at work.

She dragged herself up the stairs to her third-floor apartment.  The elevator was broken once again.

‘Perfect end to a perfect day,’ Millie thought sarcastically, jamming her key into the lock and twisting violently.  She shoved the door open, letting it swing shut behind her as she made her way to the kitchen, kicking her heels off and leaving them where they fell.

Once in the kitchen, Millie filled up a kettle with water and set it on the stove.  She turned the burner on and leaned against the counter while she waited for her water to boil.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Let it go,” She breathed, “Just let it go and move on.”  The kettle was not yet whistling, so she decided to get a little snack together.  Rummaging through her cabinets, she pulled out a tin of cookies.  She grabbed a paper plate and arranged a handful of cookies neatly.

The kettle let out a long, steamy whistle.  Millie set her plate of cookies on her little kitchen table and grabbed her favorite mug.  She moved the kettle off of the hot burner and went to find an appropriate flavor of tea for the bad day she’d had.

“Hmm, apple chamomile sounds pretty good.” She pulled a teabag out of the box and plopped it her Mickey Mouse mug.  She arranged her sugar and honey closer to her tea workspace before pouring the hot water over the teabag.

While letting the tea steep, she went to grab her laptop from her room.  She set it up on the kitchen table and pulled up Netflix.  She finished fixing her tea with two spoonfuls of honey and two sugar cubes, then settled in with her cookies and favorite show on Netflix – It’s Always Sunny in Philidelphia.

Character Development: Week 3

Week three of character development for Amilee has arrived!  I’ve filled out more of the questionnaire and shared it with you here.  I don’t have a story for you all this time, dear readers, due to some bigger things in the works for my character here.  Check back next week for said bigger things!

Personality:

Are they a daredevil or cautious? Cautious.
Do they act the same alone as when with someone? Definitely different. Alone, she is clearly more comfortable in her own skin. With someone, she subtly tries to adjust her mannerisms to match the person she’s with.
Habits: she paints her nails so she can pick it off, otherwise she picks at her nails.
Drinks: Tea, or sometimes coffee with Bailey’s
How much: Once in a blue moon.
Greatest Strength: Perception
Greatest Weakness: Insecurity
Soft spot: People who act/are broken.
Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not: She puts up with a lot from people she thinks she can help/fix.
If not, how do they hide it: She doesn’t really hide it, but she doesn’t really admit to it, either.
Biggest Vulnerability: She doesn’t trust easily, but she does put herself on the line for people she hardly knows and it does come back to bite her from time to time.

Background:

Hometown: Smalltown, MA
Type of childhood: Relatively normal and boring (in her opinion).
First Memory: Bouncing on her uncle’s knee at some kind of ball game.
Most important child hood event that still effects him/her: A brutal bully in elementary school explained to her in detail how worthless she was.
Why? She took those words to heart.  She was 13.
Education: BA in Medical Technology
Religion: Vaguely Christian.  Not very religious.
Finances:  Still paying off student loans.

Family:

Mother: Victoria Leroux
Relationship with her: Good.  Mother can be a bit overbearing.  Constantly asking when she’s going to get married and make grandbabies.
Father: Anthony Leroux
Relationship with him: Better.  Father always believed in her and is actually pushing her to go back to school for something she loves – journalism.
Siblings, How many, relationship with each: She’s an only child.
Children of siblings: N/A
Other extended family: Grandma, unmarried uncle on her father’s side.
Close? Why or why not:  Not close, but not distant, either.  They exchange birthday and holiday cards and see each other at family gatherings.

Character Development: Week 2 (In A Hundred Words)

As I’ve been filling out more and more of the questions in my previous post, I decided this time I would explore a little bit about Millie’s workplace and grab a little snippet of an average day at the office for her.

The clock struck one. Millie sighed and looked around the office. Her coworkers were mostly at lunch, except for Sophia, who was working on the stack of faxes that needed to go out. There were a couple of people sitting in the waiting room, Mr. Jenkins and a younger man she didn’t recognize. He must be a new patient.

Millie started in her seat as the phone rang suddenly. She breathed in deeply and picked up the phone.

“Thank you for calling Dr. Moldove’s office. This is Millie. How can I help you today?” she answered, smile in her voice.

Character Development: Week 1

Alright, so here’s the first installment of my month-ish of character development.  It’s time to start getting to know Amilee Leroux.  I’ve had a particular plot line rolling around in my head for probably around two years now.  She’s going to be my main character, I think, if she ends up being what I need the main character for that plot to be.

The way this segment is going to go is thusly: I’m going to have a list of questions I answer about Millie, then I’m gonna do a little blurb of a story for her.  Somewhere between 100-500 words.  Just a peek into a day in the life type of thing.  So, here we go!

Also, as a quick little aside,  the list of questions I’m currently working off of, I found here.

The Questions

Full name of Character: Amilee Leroux
Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: Mom wanted “Amy” after her childhood friend, Dad wanted “Leigh” as a feminine version of his grandfather’s name.
Nickname: Millie
Reason for nickname: Amilee started using this as a nickname to appease both her parents by not having to go by “Ami” or “Lee”
Race: Mostly Caucasian, a bit of hispanic on her mother’s side.
Occupation/class: Part-time student, full-time receptionist at a doctor’s office.
Social class: Lower-middle class

Physical Appearance:

Age: 23
How old they appear: Late twenties
Eye Color: Honey golden brown
Glasses or contacts?  Glasses – black cat-eye frames.
Hair color length and style: Dark brown, like stained wood.  Falls a few inches past her shoulders, often wears it down with soft curls and a headband.
Weight and height: 183 lbs, 5’7”
Type of body (build): All her extra weight is fat, carried around her waist, hips, and thighs.
Skin tone and type (i.e., harry, slimy, scaly, oily, fair, burns easily): Usually a bit darker, as she likes to keep a tan even in the winter.  Often suffers from acne breakouts on her forehead.
Shape of face: heart-shaped.
Distinguishing marks (dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): Beauty mark on left side of upper lip, palm-sized birthmark vaguely shaped like a hot-air balloon on her right hip.
Predominant feature: She has incredibly full lips.
Is s/he healthy? She tries to be, but really enjoys baking and eating desserts.
If not, why not? Or why are they healthy? She’s been trying to diet on and off for years, and can never seem to stick to an exercise plan.
Do they look healthy? Why/why not? She looks more or less healthy, if overweight.

Favorites:

Char’s favorite color: Dark, rustic orange.
Least favorite, why? Anything neon.  It’s too garish and unnecessarily bold.
Music? Favorite band is Frightened Rabbit.  Very into some combination of indie, folk, and/or pop.
Least favorite music, why? Modern country.  It seems very repetitive to her.  Same with mainstream pop and hip-hop.
Food: Chocolate covered strawberries.
Literature: Typically enjoys foreign authors of literary fiction.
Expressions: “I know, right?”
Expletives (curse): FUCK.
Mode of transport: Would really like a driver, but she doesn’t really mind pub trans as long as no one tries to hit on her.
Hobbies: Crochet, embroidery, reading.
How do they spend a rainy day? On the couch next to the window, with a cup of hot chocolate and a book or her latest craft project.

The Story

The alarm clock startled her awake.  With a groan, Amilee rolled over, blindly reaching for the monstrous device to shut up the incessant crowing.  The noise finally ceased, she blinked the sleep from her eyes, now reaching for her glasses.  She settled the frames on her face, adjusting them as she glanced at the time.  6:05 AM.  She then glanced at the book next to the alarm clock.

“I suppose I have time for a chapter or two before I really need to get ready.” She told herself, reaching for the book.  She settled back into her bed, pillows propped up against the headboard and gently opened the book.  She’d just bought it the other day and didn’t want to crack the spine.  Tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, she lost herself in the words on the crisp white pages.

The alarm blared again, seemingly out of nowhere.  Amilee jumped, a hand clutching at her chest.

“Oh, good god!” Millie scolded the machine, scowling.  Then she noticed the time displayed.  7:32 AM.  “Oh, good god!” She repeated, marking her place in the book, then tossing it aside and leaping out of bed.  She was going to be late if she didn’t hurry.

In A Hundred Words

His fingers traced circles softly over her skin. She shifted under his hands, soft moans escaping her mouth. His touch was like fire on her skin.

Roaming over her body, he caressed her. Kissed her. Each touch eliciting a request for more. He loved the way he could read her body and write his own story on her pages.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed him over, onto his back. Straddling his hips, she leaned forward, enjoying the feeling of his hands sliding up her body.

Gently, softly, she kissed his ear. “I want you,” she whispered.

He obliged.

In A Hundred Words

Carol enjoyed playing practical jokes. But she’d taken this one too far.

She really should have known better than to mess around at work. Her previous practical jokes had always taken place outside of the workplace, with friends and family. But her coworkers had heard of some of her crowning achievements and wanted a taste of what Carol could do.

It would have been hilarious – the eye protection all the scientists wore during tests would leave nearly permanent black markings around the eyes of her coworkers. It was a shame she took hers off before the experiment was complete to gloat.