ApNoWriMo Character Outlines

Name: Amanda Freeman
Gender: Female
Plot Significance: Main character
Occupation: Dumpster Diver (Poverty)
Passion #1: Swimming
Passion #2: Watching Sunsets
Secret: Afraid of the dark

Name: Ben Larsen
Gender: Male
Plot Significance: Main character
Occupation: Fast-Food Cook
Passion #1: Programming
Passion #2: Martial Arts
Secret: Has extreme social anxiety

Name: Brock Smith
Gender: Male
Plot Significance: Supporting character
Occupation: Particle Physicist
Passion #1: Tinkering with Holographic Imagery
Passion #2: Painting
Secret: Responsible for Darkness falling (but his secret goes with him to the grave)

Name: Jordan Butler
Gender: Male
Plot Significance: Main antagonist
Occupation: Coal Miner (before Darkness)
Passion #1: Creating controlled explosions
Passion #2: Hair Styling
Secret: Killed his parents and wife in an attempted suicide bombing


Flash Fiction!?


(A/N: This was supposed to be <300 words, but I really couldn’t find anything I wanted to take out. So here it is, in its full 892 word glory!)

All my life I’ve had little to nothing. Little clothing to wear, little food to eat, and few friends to do anything with. It’s the inescapable fate of poverty.

But one day everything changed. I was walking down the street, ignoring the many people who stared at me in disgust. It was a warm summer’s day, with the sun’s red glow just peeking its way over the distant mountains, determined to bring sunshine if it died trying. The half-light reflected off of the many tall buildings and wide roads, amplifying its effect and making it almost too bright to bear looking at directly.

I enjoyed watching the sunrise every day in a secret place known only to me. I made my way through the busy streets of town until I came across a hill, which I then scaled. At the apex of the climb I encountered a cliff face. I had come here many times and knew of a small grove of trees hidden from view.

I turned around and used my arms and legs to begin descending the cliff. Ordinarily a person’s feet would get many cuts and scratches, but my calluses were sufficient that this wasn’t necessary.

Reaching my destination, I then looked around for the rock I usually settled upon to gaze at the sunrise. This grove was on the side of the cliff and contained some trees, soft grass, and a stream trickling with clear water. I felt like it was made just for me.

But the issue was, I wasn’t the only person there that day.

“Woah!” I yelled as I noticed a young boy sitting on the very rock I had been searching for. He was wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt, with fancy grey shoes. He looked around at me in surprise, and immediately I raised my fists, ready to fight to the death if I had to.

“Hold on a second!” he replied defensively, putting his hands up in a classic you’ve-got-me fashion.

“How did you find this place!?” I demanded of him, brandishing my dried knuckles at him once more. I felt violated; I felt angry at him for disturbing my secret place.

“I just happened across it while rock climbing!”

I glared at him for a moment longer, then lowered my fists and stood up straight, “Well, I’m glad that’s settled.”

He then glanced me up and down and said, “Why are you wearing a sheet?” His tone of voice seemed less than kind, and apparently he realized it, because immediately thereafter he began babbling apologies my way.

Deciding to let this one slide, “No, it’s fine. My family has been in poverty for the last six generations,” I smiled at him, and his face turned to one of relief. We stood in silence for a moment, then he stood up.

“I can help you with that,” he replied, standing up and extending his hand. “My name is Ben. I’m not exactly loaded with stuff that I can give you, but I can at least provide you a shower, some clothes to wear, and a decent meal. My mother is kind and I’m sure she’ll whip something out of her pocket.”

Impulsively I held back, eyeing him suspiciously. Guys had offered these kinds of things to me in the past and most of them ended up trying to take advantage of me. I had stopped taking offers for help a long time ago.

But something about Ben seemed almost… Comforting. He wasn’t being too forceful, and he was giving me the option of denying him my cooperation. I really felt like this time, at least, someone was telling the truth.

“I’m not so sure… I’ve had bad experiences with offers like this.”

Ben seemed to understand, “Yeah. This city is full of idiots.”

I pondered for a moment, then looked him in the face, “I’ll go with you. But keep in mind: I’m not going anywhere near to the inside of your house until I see your mother and talk to her.”

“Sure thing,” he smiled, taking my hand and shaking it. “What’s your name?”


“Well, Amanda: Nice to meet you!”

We began to climb out of the grove, with Ben going first and me following behind him. He was fairly skilled climber; Almost the same skill level as me. We got to the top, stood up, and Ben showed me the way to his house. And as he had promised, I saw and talked to his mother before receiving a hot shower (in which his mother had to show me how to turn on the water), clothes (which were VERY odd – I had never worn actual jeans before) and a hot meal.

Thanks to Ben and his family, I was able to get a job and raise money to support myself. I was able to go to school, starting off with kids much younger than me but quickly progressing to be one of the top students in my graduating class (and only two years older than them.)

Now Ben and I are married and have two kids, and I’ll forever be telling them stories of how he quite literally saved my life. Before that day I had never appreciated life more than I do now. I found something that I love, and I have no intention of ever letting it go again.

Bunches of Words


(Object Poem – Drawn on paper in the shape of a faucet.)

There’s always that one day
Where everything goes wrong
You wake up late, you don’t eat breakfast.
Crap! You have a test today!

Throughout the day you’re wiping your face
On your sleeve, and gawking at the particles
Of grease and oil that have smeared all over it
You must resist the temptation.

All day long you are driven mad
by the grease, the sheets of oil
that cover you from head to toe
Everything you grab gets covered in the stuff!

What makes even worse
is if it’s picture day
Your photo looks terrible!
Where did it all come from!?

Immediately you realize
That it’s all your own fault
For you forgot something important…
You forgot to shower today.


The Pit

(Echo Verse Poem)

Going down to the bottom 
Got ’em! 
Thinking all the way 
Why am I even here? 
I didn’t do anything wrong! 


Bound to Earth


I cannot hope to fly
Wings absent from my shoulders
I turn about and shout
“Why am I rooted to the ground!?”

Wings absent from my shoulders
I can never get off the ground
“Why am I rooted to the ground!?”
I wasn’t meant to be abound!

I can never get off the ground
Jumping just isn’t enough
I wasn’t meant to be abound!
Up there, where the air is tough!

Jumping just isn’t enough
I cannot hope to fly
Up there, where the air is tough!
I turn about and shout




She’s the one I notice
Walking down the hall
Bouncing her basketball
Taking time to throw this
But I secretly admire
Her overpowering charm
I reach out my arm
As if I’m playing a lyre

But no matter how hard I try
We both feel this invisible wall
I can’t connect with her
In the way that is proper
But I will try through it all
To take off with her and fly


What is Love?

(Three Haiku, Two Tanka)

A dusk, sandy beach
Out under the sun
The orange glimmer of godrays

Blue waves cresting the sand
With seaweed and seashells
Glinting in the summer’s light

Desolate as the moon
Devoid of life
All alone for eternity

Two teenagers lay
Pulling each other closer
Always wanting more
Intertwined in their longing
To stay right there forever

Their eyes locked in love
Staring one another down
Full of emotions
They hug, they kiss on the sand
Their love undeniable




I turn about, flying through
The water is always cool
I even float upside-down
I turn about, flying through

In bliss caused by the water
Staying in the swimming pool
I turn about, flying through
The water is always cool




Bathing in the summer’s light
I lay down on the sand
Make sure to bring your sunscreen!

Laying next to me is my friend
Always smiling, always caring
Bathing in the summer’s light

She cuddles up next to me
I whisper into her ear,
“Make sure to bring your sunscreen!”

She laughs, I pull her close
Just for a little while
Bathing in the summer’s light

I feel a tremendous glory
In the act of sleeping on sand
Make sure to bring you sunscreen!

Ever wanted to lay down on a beach?
Especially with a friend, it’s great fun
Bathing in the summer’s light
Make sure to bring your suncreen!