OC Bio: Kylie Shaun:iconblue-Kplz: :iconblue-Yplz: :iconblue-Lplz: :iconblue-Iplz: :iconblue-Eplz: :iconblue-Splz: :iconblue-Hplz: :iconblue-Aplz: :iconblue-Uplz: :iconblue-Nplz:OC Bio: Kylie Shaun19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kylie's full name is Kylie Hannah Shaun. She's a blue-haired 12-year-old rich, pretty, flat-chested girl who does nothing but spend, spend and spend money.
She's raised by two well-known, rich couples and has two siblings (1 brother & 1 sister). Her parents' names are John and Mia Shaun. [I'm not saying her siblings' names for some reason]
Kylie's parents hides a secret and that secret is about Kylie's past. Her true parents sold her to them when they were newlyweds. Her true parents are so poor, not a single coin is in their pocket. Means, they decided to sell their daughter because they can't raise her and they desperately need money.
The Shauns gave everything Kylie wants that's why she grew up as a spoiled brat. They are very wealthy that they can go to any place they want
My Strange Little Brain: Tea the CatSometimes it amazes me, some of the weird theories, ideas and stories my brain can come up with. I often think, what happened in my life that made my brain think this way? What did I do, watch, read, or who did I meet that maybe effected my way of thinking and created this random creative person I am today. Then I think back to my childhood and realize, I've always been weird, but a good weird. This is a little story about my very first original character, Tea the cat.My Strange Little Brain: Tea the Cat6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I think this may had been back in First Grade, maybe earlier, maybe Second or Third. Either way, when I was very young, I was in class one day and we had an assignment. The te
....“And that’s what happened.” As I end the story, my fake redneck accent recedes. The boy next to me laughs, amused.....15 minutes ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“You know, your voice gets higher whenever you imitate people. Your voice is already high so when it gets higher and you use that weird accent, it’s funny,” he says, adding a pleasant smile to his countenance.
I just smile and shyly bow my head because he bothered to notice and tell me something I already knew.
Today I'll RememberThere's an eerie stillness in this room.Today I'll Remember4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As if time has decided to give me this unaffected moment.
The calm before the storm.
The last clinging's of innocence.
Medals and awards.
Fantasy novels and picture books.
Friends and family grinning back at me from their frames.
Sitting on the highest shelf, my most loved teddy bear.
The guitar I never learned how to play rests against the footboard.
A graduation cap sits on the wardrobe next to my jewelry from prom.
Movie tickets and concert stubs litter the floor.
Proof of the growing up I never realized was happening.
As I pack up the treasures of a younger me.
A sense of nostalgia fills my hea
how a movie gets to the heart of thingshe really turned up properly the very same weekend I saw the movie 'before sunrise'. in the movie, the characters meet and they can talk and talk, about anything it seems, but they have an impossible separation in front of them. to know someone inside and out, and to have them know you, well that is mostly a once in a lifetime kind of thing. that weekend we talked and we talked. we got to know each other soul side and to a lesser extent here side. we also took on a seemingly impossible situation. we had a time and place and learned even dreams are not enough to fully become reality sometimes. (insert sub-story about upheaval and sadness). afthow a movie gets to the heart of things20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 2At lunchtime, you were afraid to go out for recess, because Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ had probably recruited an eighth grader to beat me up. There was (Bad student), who had been to three police stations, and who once spent the night in jail. "Why don't you go out for recess?" said Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ to you. You held up (Random book). "I thought I'd read." You replied. "Go out for recess." Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ said. "I wanna stay here." "Mr./Ms.(Last name)." She/He stood up and crossed her/his arms. "Ok, ok.." You said, and went out for recess.Chapter 23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey, ______!" Shit, shit, don't come over here..! You thought to yourself. (Bad student) was near you. "______, you play Soccer? We need another person." He/She said. You hesitated. Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ was watching you from his/her window. "__________. You comin' or not?" He/She said, impatiently. "Sure, I'll play." You replied, and went with him/her. "You're on that side." he/she pointed. "I
AWell hi, this is an intro! I AWell hi, this is an intro! I just figured how to work devientart (im so slow) i introduce myself before i write or draw anything... my name is tigerneko (neko mean cat in japanese) i am 16 and am a otaku (idk if that should be a good thing or bad) plus i also take japanese (kyaaaa!!) But my main focas is dance, i am in competition and specialize in ballet. Soon there will be more stuff on my page so follow me! (Is it follow? Ive been on instagram too much!)AWell hi, this is an intro! I 22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I want to be me.I feel like I’m some sort of outcast in my own home. I dress how I like and I am ridiculed for it. I can’t change what I like or who I am and I don’t want you to change either. I just want to be accepted for me. Am I just too different? So what if I dress in all black. So what if I like heavy metal and not the pop stuff that you like. So what if I would rather draw then play sports? Why is that I am so different, I see the darker side of life and that won’t change. You say I’m trying to rebel against everyone, but that is not the case. I just want to be me make my own mistakes, live the way I want. I’m notI want to be me.5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Good in BedGood in Bed6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I do some of my best writing in bed. I have had some of my most interesting conversations in bed. And, the truth is that curling up with a thought-provoking book in bed can be as intimate as sex.
I'm not kidding.
I don't have a side of the bed I prefer. Or, even a direction. I never have. I can be found sleeping crossways just as easily as laying with my head near the headboard. Or, with my feet near the headboard for that matter. My bed should be one place where there are no rules. No taboos. Just me and my imagination.
And, a lot of books and whatever I am working on at the moment.
My bed is my sanctuary. The place where I am literally
Down the Rabbit HoleDown the Rabbit Hole11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went down the rabbit hole a long long time ago. In fact, I am writing you from there now.
I remember the first time I read Alice in Wonderland. I remember being aware that a grown-up wrote it. And from this, I surmised that it was possible to always have a wild imagination. It wasn’t something I had to give-up when I grew-up.
This was HUGE. Even at that young age, I knew how important my imagination was.
It was everything.
It still is.
My imagination has been my truest friend and my most constant source of joy in this life.
I felt like Alice as a child. Actually, even now as an adult, I still feel a little like her. I do find th
GraduationSomewhere along Twenty-Third, I lost my way. The pressures of success and meeting the expectations of those around me weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Bent beneath the weight of my own thoughts and heavy emotions, I stumbled over a multitude of doubts and fears that littered the path before me.Graduation17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What were once only bothersome pebbles beneath my shoes suddenly grew to the size of giant boulders blocking my path. Nevertheless, I pressed on. Through sheer force of will, I shoved my doubts aside and hurdled my fears, intent on reaching my goal. At the time, I really did believe I was striving towards something significant, almost insurmountable