gaarasgirl169

    * Choose a gender.    * Choose a place of birth.    * Choose a hobby.    * Choose a past job.    * Choose a present job.    * Choose a past love interest.    * Choose an enemy.    * Choose a pet.    * Why is your character not working at the old job?    * Why is your character not with the old love interest?    * Why does your character not make the hobby a profession?    * How did your character make the enemy?    * How did the pet once save the character's life?    * What is the one thing in the world your character would do anything to avoid? Why? What has he already done to avoid this? What do you see him doi

As soon as you walk in the foyer, you can smell it: Art. There's no other word for it. It's oily; soft; harsh; warm; cool; chalky; and so many other things at once. It is a unique scent that changes just a bit every time I go. To me, this ever-changing fragrance is the smell of art and friends; of laughter and summer days; of learning and growing. It is so distinctive that I have never smelled it anywhere else. I can only ever smell it at the Sharon Arts Center, but once I walk through those doors, the aroma triggers all sorts of memories. Perhaps it may even be the simple act of walking into the building that brings up the memories. The out

Departed It wasn't really real, when I first heard about it. When I walked into school that Monday, it really hit me. Numbness; shock; distress; these all ran through my mind. She was gone? That wasn't possible. Inconceivable that her beautiful smile, her wonderful spirit had been wiped from this earth. How had she gone missing from our lives? It was a freak car crash; completely avoidable. How could it have happened? A silly question, one I knew the answer to. The boy, he had been speeding because they were trying to make the other girl's curfew. The ironic part? They were five minutes away, and they had ten minutes to get there. Even so,