The other day, a friend posted a request for this photo to be recreated using old milk bottles and black-eyed Susan's to represent her deceased parents, which I did. The caption stuck in my head, though. I imagined my deceased relatives as dragonflies, trying to communicate through buzzing wings' fleeting touches. Maybe it's better suited for a poem, but I get ideas daily through social media posts (usually the ones captioned weird historical facts, lol). I save them all and tap into that resource when I feel stuck. Hopefully a grand idea finds its way to you soon!

Okay so at work, I like to take my breaks between the rows of dry storage and my it took my coworkers forever to even notice me back there, despite walking by all the time. Not to mention, the one row is in the security camera’s blind spot, so that got me thinking about some things and this is the idea I have.

So this character gets their first job and they’re super hyped to be making that money. Everything’s going pretty decent until they’re asked to go get something from the back and, not knowing where it is, they find themselves in the final, back row of dry storage. Unlike the first three, the shelves are completely empty. Finding this weird and still not having located what they were asked to retrieve, they go back to their coworker and ask for help. When they ask their coworker why that last row is empty, the coworker is visibly confused, asking what they're talking about.

Of course, they brush it off until one day, while talking to the manager in the office, they happen to look at the screen showing all the different security cameras...and that row isn't on camera. At first, they think it's just a blind spot in the cameras until they realize there's a wall where those shelves would have been.

More than a little freaked out, they go to check again and verify that yes, there's another row of storage that is, indeed empty. Except...

This time it's not and there's someone else huddled on the bottom shelf.

So I was thinking maybe that last row is a place that happens to be between a lot of different dimensions/or houses a tear in the fabric of this universe and the universes tries to hide it in an effort to protect itself, but refugees and criminals and other people on the run from various things in other dimensions take advantage of it and often pass through on their way to safer places.

Name: Lucas Aaron

Appearance: Blond hair which is brown at the roots; brown eyes that are on the bigger side. About 6ft (maybe taller hehehe) When he smiles, crinkles appear around his eyes. He has long legs (he's tall so like...yeah).

Personality: He tends to be quieter until someone asks him to speak. He's not introverted (not really... maybe more like an introverted extrover?) and really does enjoy being around other people he's just kind of quiet. When you get to know him, he's more talkative and has the habit of waving his hands around in the air when talking.

Although Lucas seems kind of an innocent boy, he has a few things he's kept from his friends and those around him. His parents sent him to a boarding school but after the age of eighteen, he's been using the money they've sent for his college to live off and has been doing undercover missions for people. (idk i'm just trying to be creative here XD)His parents don't care enough to actually check in on him which is why he doesn't feel (very) bad about using the money for other reasons.

In a way, I guess Lucas is trying to get back at his parents for not caring enough about him by finding others to accept him which could lead to him getting in with the wrong crowd. I don't know.

So Lucas enjoys photography and has many of his pictures framed around his apartment. He plays a little bit of piano but dropped it when he graduated highschool. Whenever he's bored or anxious, he does little origami figures, something he picked up from his roommate in boarding school.

Lucas dislikes studying or having to write anything as it's painful because he fractured his wrist in middle school. He hates biking but loves any other physical activity.

He knows a few things about computers and whatnot. Is decent at martial arts, enough to defend himself or someone else.

Name: Sabrina Brooks

Appearance:

Eye color: Hazel

Hair: Honey-colored, wavy, falls about halfway down back

Height: 5′9″

Other: Slim build, athletic-looking, lots of freckles, usually wears hair in a braid or down. Striking appearance and is extremely pretty but doesn't like to flaunt her looks, instead wears jeans and sweatshirts and other comfortable clothes. She doesn't care for fashion trends or anything of that sort.

Personality: She doesn't really like being around people because most of them annoy her for one reason or another. But she is not really an extrovert but will stand up for herself and isn't afraid to be loud if necessary. She can be manipulative at times and is very good at getting what she wants. She doesn't like to display a lot of emotion.

History: A lot of people consider her to be badass, since she doesn't take no for an answer and stands up to people if they get in her way, but she doesn't particularly care. Doesn't want to be popular, despite having the ability to become so. She moved around a lot with her mom as a kid, and at each new school, she strived to not stick out unless it was absolutely necessary, usually hanging on to a friend or two, but never having any close relationships until high school. Moved again with her mom at the end of eighth grade, and when she started high school as a freshman, she met a nice guy and they got really close. Eventually, the two started dating, but after rumors were spread about her, he left Sabrina, and she told herself that she would never let that happen to her again. So when her mom decided to move back to their hometown, she closed herself off, ignoring anyone who tried to come in contact with her, because she believed it was easier that way.

Family: Sabrina's dad left when she was five, and her mom is just really distant. Her mom is fairly wealthy because she has one of the senior roles at a tech start-up company, and gets Sabrina anything she wants, even though Sabrina doesn't really care about that. She often has to take care of herself when her mom is at work or out late, so she's quite self-sufficient, doesn't rely on her mom for anything, or anyone else really, and she likes it that way.

Likes/interests: She is a critical thinker, and intrigued by the idea of working for the FBI and catching criminals. Likes analyzing people, very good at it too, and figuring out people's ulterior motives. Many people dislike this about her, find it strange, but she likes having that talent. Sabrina also likes nature, finds comfort in being outside and likes to go hiking or running as much as possible. It is her escape, her happy place, where she doesn't have to think about other people or her parents or anything at all.

Dislikes: People that play dumb (though she does nearly the same thing in school, choosing not to try despite being extremely intelligent) cowards, jazz music, concerts. She does not like attention-seekers or people that are really fake and change their personalities a lot or copy others. Dislikes owing somebody something or being indebted to others. She doesn't usually seek out being in a relationship because she dislikes people leaving her and feels as though it's inevitable, so she would rather avoid loving in order to not get hurt.

There are so few stories about kids that are deaf/blind, so I wanted to change that. Unfortunately! I have had no time since my wave of depression came late and smacked the fuck out of me so I'll pass the challenge onto you. I just looked at Behind the Name for the names (enter shameless plug about how I love the variety and breadth of culture that the names the site has) and let my mind go wild with this. Godspeed, oceanelsie! (And whoever else takes up this challenge. It's not very easy to do this narrative style but that's why no one has attempted to do this). I tried to leave leeway for you to make them your own but yeah, here are the products of my many random mental questions

One: "Does being disabled automatically make you a good person?"

Product: Clarence Martin of Liverpool, England (9) [as described by his 15-year-old babysitter]

I watched as Clarence marched up the stairs, grunting as he pretended to roar like a dinosaur. His little sister, Elsie, watched happily beside me as her brother knocked a kid out of the way and proclaimed with excited fingers that he was king of the world. If his parents were here, they'd ignore his antics and act like he was the best thing Liverpool produced since The Beatles. I could see why. It was easy to fall into those big baby-blue eyes and those large pinchable cheeks. People always saw him and thought the world of him, especially since his physical disabilities make him victimized since birth. Andrew and Kiera Martin would often say that he was bullied a lot, but that was not the kid I saw stomping around the playground.

Clarence was that snot-nosed brat that I would've kicked down the slide if we were the same age. His parents coddled him since birth and only seemed to tighten their wings when they found out their baby would be deaf. I don't believe that any kid should have been dealt a bad hand in life, but if he was reincarnated, he was a real jackass in his former life. I sat on the bench, treating myself to one of Donita's famous potato and egg breakfast sandwiches and watched him kick his poor little brother, Georgie, down the slide. George got up, sniffling, and ran over to me. I shrugged him off. There was a time when I would try to tell Clarence to stop, signing as best as I could for him to be nice and to treat his brother and sister with respect, but I could only be blackmailed so many times before I didn't care anymore. I just looked at my phone, waiting for the minutes to pass so I could take them home and hopefully get them to sleep.

Two: "How do blind people navigate the world if they do not have traditional medical care and familiar support?"

Product: Clara Fulgencio of New York City, New York (18) [self-narrated]

I could feel the pimp coming back, and curled into a ball on my bed. He acted like I couldn't tell how much money I was given and how much I gave him. He was just trying to short me since he thought that because he thought he could. Well, he was in for a rude awakening. After an hour of him smacking bitches and yelling at anyone he saw, he kicked into my door. I jumped despite my efforts to stay calm. I could hear his shoes inching closer, and bit my lip. I knew he was going to hit me. It was never a question of if, but I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't let him hit me again.

Mickey was a man of few words. I looked at where his footsteps stopped. I could hear his raspy breath and smell the blood on his lips. He was angry. I could hear his right foot first, pushing the rest of his body forward. I pulled the shank I had crafted and hooked it towards him. The hot blood hit me first, then he landed heavily on my cot. I could smell death when he hit, though he was still talking, berating me as if he wasn't going to die.

"Blind bitch," he snarled. "I knew your ass was lying. Where you do think you're going to go? What other pimp wants a blind bitch. I made you."

His voice was dying down. His heartbeat was slowing. I quickly sifted through his heavy wallet. He was still talking, grabbing for me though I could hear him missing. His shadow was dancing before me, the same way my mother's did before she died. I pulled a wad of bills from his pocket then took the keys. My fingers going quickly, I felt out the key slot on the shackled windows and found the key that matched. I flung the cold heavy bars open and pulled myself up and out of the window. I could hear his voice clear as day as I crawled down the fire escape.

"You're really going to leave me here to die alone?" It almost made me go back. Almost.

Three: "How do you explain what happened to you when you are a paraplegic?"

Product: Shane (13ish) [my narration]

I don't know if Shane was real or not, but if he was, I met him when I was in second grade at Mt. Airy. Shane was a white kid, a seemingly rare sight in my school, and was much older than me. He was a tall skinny kid who skateboarded and had swoopy brown hair. I don't know if he had friends. I just know I was fascinated by the fact that his left arm ended about half-way down in a nub. Other than that, he was a completely normal kid.

He would never tell us why he had no arm. Well, he would never tell us the real story. A part of me liked to make up stories because of Shane. We would be at the playground, and it became customary to ask Shane what happened to his arm. He would always laugh at first, not in the rude obnoxious older kid way, but because he seemed to think we were adorable. There was always a barrage of different answers. "I fell on a lawnmower." "I was fighting a shark, and he snuck me." "An alien needed a backscratcher." "I was tired of being left-handed." "I was in an arm-wrestling contest to the death."

I wish I could remember more about Shane than the fact that he had no left arm. I wish I could tell you for certain what he looked like or how he was, but I can't. My second-grade brain tossed him out and there's just a ghost of who I remember him as. But, whether he was real or not, I can say that he inspired me. I love to watch medical shows about people who are disabled now because my natural curiosity about his situation and others like him was never stepped on. I now ask questions and explore them instead of finding out and moving on. In a way, Shane inspired this whole post, so if you ever see this, thank you, Shane, from the little black girl who was always asking you dumb shit for not telling me what happened to your arm. More of you than just your disability stuck in my mind, though your name may not have... Shitballs, I hope your name is actually Shane. >.<

Name: Ilia White

Age: 21

Current status: Single

Personality: bubbly teenage girl, has bipolar disorder but hides it well, is constantly switching between sunshine and dark comments, makes random comments, doesn't sleep, lives off coffee, friendly, listens to orders, gets average grades

Appearance: thick, fluffy brown hair that goes down to her back, defined face, high cheekbones, brown eyes, pale complex, around 5'3", has some waist fat, wears a t-shirt, hoodie, jeans or leggings, backpack with a panda printed on it.

Family: father, mother, younger sister Flare (real name Elina)

Background: normal upbringing, not particularly strict, not much pressure. No childhood trauma, not an orphan, just how the average kid would be brought up. Lives in a normal neighbourhood, a good size that she doesn't have to share a room with her sister.

Favourites: reading, writing, cooking, eating mint chocolate ice-cream, drinking coffee.

Pet Peeve: when people sigh loudly when working.

Best friend: Johnnas, he has black hair and brown eyes, normal childhood. They are super close and even though they are male and female, they have sleepovers every week and can cuddle and kiss each other for comfort. Both stay single to keep the other company, but they are only platonic friends, no extra 'benefits'. They could, of course, develop romance, but they're extremely close nothing would change.

Dreams: to be a musical therapist

Name: (JUST CHOOSE A BADASS ONE< COS I CANT THINK OF ANYY)

Gender: Girl

Race: Asian

Personality: kinda nerd, but mysterious

Very fit, does things like scaling walls in the school just to go from one place to another, very very easily, Elusive, Mysterious ---Kinda disappears into the shadows(she’s good at blending in)

Looks: Black eyes, Black hair, Likes to wear black, other than the red choker around her neck, Never wears makeup(EVER)

She is the kind of girl that would stand up to a bully bullying someone else using amazing retorts as well as death glare...but without revealing who she is, and is a loner--like a lone wolf. Not the kind who will fall for a guy BUT I hope u do make her. And she’s a tomboy.

NOT CYNICAL OR JADED pls...just keeps to herself.

I kinda want her to get a sidekick...maybe someone she helps from a bully. And later follows her around...can be a girl or a guy i don’t mind

her significant other

A bully...like not really a bully but one of those popular kids in high school who “runs” the school....good at sports, good-looking THE USUAL CLICHÉ I’m sorrrryyyyyy. He is like what smart girls will see as fit but dumb jocks. Girl on top is fit but smart at whole new Lvl...but so is this guy--people think he isn’t the smartest cos he is a sportsperson (PLS LET HIM BE A SOFTBALLER OR BASEBALL PLAYER) but he is damn smart and outsmart the girl in some of her comebacks and all that. The smirkish kinda annoying dude but its kinda cute ahhahahahhaha

But I want his parents (rich parents) to have died and they passed on the money to him.

hey I’m sorry if this is cliche but I’m a hopeless romantic cos I’m a pisces ahahahhahaha

Name: Corman (COVID-19 man) but it can be changed differently

Gender: Unknown

Age: Middle-aged but probably young

Purpose: To save the world from the virus

Mission:

So it all starts now. Corman (maybe other name) suddenly appears and defeats the whole pandemic! Corman saves people from the virus and does them good. Along the way, he faces many challenges: he can’t make money, he can’t create a vaccine! He can’t farm, he can’t go to the hospital, he can’t find a mask, he’s hungry, he cries, and he even gets the virus!

But ...

When Corman finds out he has the virus, he avoids people and just walks alone. He always walks with the idea of ​​saving the world. His goals were clear: to eradicate this virus as soon as possible?

But it gets harder along the way: people don’t understand it: people don’t follow quarantine rules, don’t sit at home, don’t keep social distance!

So Corman finds strength in himself, organizes charity, focuses on science, encourages people to stay home, donates to the poor, helps with quarantine, delivers lunch to doctors, and washes socks! (joke)

In the end, humanity will overcome this bubble! It was definitely because of Corman's courage ...

But ..

In fact, it turns out no Corman is available! Corman this will be just a tissue image! It is actually the rules and laws that we must follow! Corman is the true face and value of humanity! He is just an example ...

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#So that's my universal idea! I’m ready if you want to make this plot work, but don’t forget any details and don’t forget to warn me!

This is my personal idea ...

Please, do you need more thoughts and ideas?

https://www.pinterest.com/inkstainedgirl/character-prompts/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/315252042651191459/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/699746860832072008/

https://www.pinterest.com/EtherealFictions/writing-prompts-characters/

https://www.behindthename.com/random/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/827043919047535557/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/468515167469517830/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/599330662888956764/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/470204017342931871/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/44050902581461416/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/438045501257273009/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/702209766877840591/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/249457266846588285/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/750904937846931411/

Pick a setting and at least one character. If you can't decide, roll a die. If you like another option better ignore the die. If you want to challenge yourself use only what rolling the die turns up.

So I have the base idea for a book and I'd love feedback on it, but this isn't my post so anyone that sees this can TOTALLY build off if it, and hopefully this goes somewhere!! Again, VERY ROUGH CONCEPT.

The story centers around a teacher in a fairly rural town who has the privilege of teaching a blind student. She's increadibly sharp and seems to love artistic things, (she's super fond of doing little clay pieces in art class, and she just molds them by feel, but being blind has a lot of limitations artistically. The teacher is an artist herself, but works as a teacher so that she has cash flow in case her art doesn't provide enough money to live off of. So the teacher goes to a gallery over a weekend or something in a large city, and there's an artist who does paintings that have braille in them. Boom. Idea. She decides that she'll paint something to give to this girl's family, and that she'll incorporate braille into it so that her student can enjoy it with the rest of the family (who can all see).

Yeah, I love the concept, and I understand that this isn't quite the prompt, but I was hoping maybe someone could expand this and make it their own. Good luck to anyone who tries!