thelittledeadgirl666

 Conrad knows this feeling. He knows it well. It was something that reminded him of his younger; this is the feeling he grew up on - it almost made him feel at home. Home was small, alone and nothing. He carries himself as slightly slumped over, like how he trudged about his home, to and from school, everywhere, just as he did when he was younger, head slightly hung and eyes focused on his feet. This feeling reminds him of when he would count his steps and put two steps in each block of cement on his way home, just so he could ignore the other kids who would run about and laugh with their friends. This is what he was reminded of, and, as

It's come to my attention that, in the online amateur writing scene, no one seems to understand the proper role of characters in conjunction with plot. From what I have been able to observe, literally everyone tries to create characters outside of plot by outlining what they look like, what they eat for dinner, and what bands they absolutely abhor.  That's the law on how it's done.  The amount of "character survey sheets" containing a never-ending list of questions for prospective characters is ridiculous--and sad, because determining these things will in no way help you create a good character or, more importantly, a good story (which I def