Friday, September 11, 2009

Fiction Friday: Creating Memorable Characters

Labor Day has come and gone, so it’s time to resume our weekly writing exercises. Since we’ve been off for a while, I thought we could limber up our writing muscles by working on character description.

New Rules

Going forward, I’m not going to choose a winner; instead, I will select up to 5 responses that interest me for one reason or another and post them next Friday with comments on what got my attention.

Suggested word limit is still 100 words, but I’m not going to check it. Just understand that one of the reasons for the limit was to encourage you to choose what you like the best and trim away the excess.

Has to be posted as a comment on The Raisin Chronicles Fiction Friday post by midnight the following Wednesday, Eastern Daylight Time (which gives me an evening to review them all and put a post together).

Next Week’s Prompt

He/She was the kind of person/man/woman who ___________.


She was the kind of person who always checked in when she went to the gym, just in case she was ever falsely accused of a crime and needed an alibi.

He was the kind of man who never missed a Wednesday evening prayer service, although he was often too drunk to remember what was said.

I've really missed reading your stuff -- I am SOOOOO looking forward to this.


  1. He was the kind of dog who just couldn't resist sniffing the posteriors of others. Not just dogs, either, he showed no aversion to taking a surreptitious whiff of cat-ass, gopher-bum, or even the odd skunk-rump.

  2. She was the kind of woman who wouldn't take "no" for an answer, even though her addiction to Xanax often caused her to forget the question.

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  4. Oh, okay, one more...

    Justin was the kind of kid teachers loved. Well-behaved, studious, and parents who didn't have the time to attend teacher conferences.

  5. Who needs sleep, really?

    Bob Hannah was the kind of guy who hated palindromes, hated them backward and forward.

    She was the kind of woman who spent more time picking out a pair of shoes than she did choosing a lover, because she knew the shoes were going to be around longer.

    He was that special kind of douchebag, the kind who would take his mother to dinner for her birthday and then stick her with the check.

    He was the kind of schmuck who enjoyed Larry the Cable Guy movies. Says it all, really.

  6. He was the kind of person you just wanted to help.

    In a world of bad things and bad people, he would always go out of his way to show kindness and interest in anyone else who also needed a helping hand.
    At the tragic end of his young life, many of those whose lives he had touched gathered around to be with him to the very end.

    He softly answered, “I’d like you to give my love to my friends and my family.”

    The question, of course, was, “Do you have any final words to say, Mr.Bundy?”

  7. Slightly depressing, but hey, someone has to be.

    She was the kind of person who would be dead within a year of retiring, her entire sense of self having been erased once there was nowhere to go and no one to care.

  8. He/She was the kind of person/man/woman who really needed to go ahead and get the sex operation.

  9. He was the kind of person who ached to be himself in front of others. For years he had learned to "pass"; that is to appear as if his race was questionable, if not obvious. He had earned a lifetime of self respect, but still harbored fear that others might see him as less of a man if they knew the truth about him.

    There is a time in a man’s life when he has to look in the mirror and ask himself, “What if they knew about my other half?”

    And thus shall be the burden of Barak Obama.

  10. She was the kind of woman who wouldn't take "no" for an answer, even though her addiction to Xanax often caused her to forget the question.
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