100 themes Violet Shrinq 1-5
I decided I need some serious practice writing. So I'm doing the 100 themes challenge with my original character Violet Shrinq. Some things have changed about her since I posted her on my DA account, but over all she 's about the same. Hope you enjoy, PLEASE LEAVE CRITIQUES! Constructive ones.
Any questions, just ask.
The 100 themes:
1. Introduction
“My name is Violet Shrinq. I am a necromancer. I understand you need my services?”
2. Love
Love. Is. Pointless. It’s a neutral power that cannot see the difference between good and evil, light or dark. It simply sees the parts that fit, and some that do not, and throws them together regardless of what gets in the way. Even when the love is pure, when the power is finished it is taken apart by the forces that would prevent it in the first place.
Violet’s mother and father loved each other for one night. Her mother loved her until after she was born. Her father loved her to his dying day, or so Violet thought, further thinking has given rise to questions. Violet thought a boy loved her until she revealed her gift to him. The ghost she summoned thought their love would last forever, until they died. Why does love even exist? It’s pointless.
3. Light
“Come towards the light,” Violet chanted calmly. Sure it was hard to keep a straight face saying it but it was important. She needed to speak with long dead relative of her client. The light was a beacon in the other world. Light was a comfort, familiar, focused. “Come towards the light.” Violet open her eyes to see the flame flicker. The summons had been answered.
4. Dark
“Come towards the light.” Darkness was as important as light. Without the dark, the light would be dimmed by other light. It would be hard to find. The darkness is as much a comfort as it is a fear. The darkness make the light that much brighter.
5. Seeking Solace
She always played the track when she couldn’t stand it anymore. When the cries of the departed were too loud or the questions in her own head became too much she would put on her Skullcandy headphones and play the track. It was a burned CD she made of the sound of her home videos. Her favorite was the sound of her fourth birthday. Her father’s voice, crisp and clear behind the camera, singing happy birthday to her while her own voice giggled in the background. There would be a brief silence of her blowing out the candles and then they would cheer and laugh together. This was the only physical proof she had of her father’s love. Her only proof that, she too, was innocent once. Proof that the world wasn’t always so bad. For a few hours, the world was just fine.
Any questions, just ask.
The 100 themes:
1. Introduction
“My name is Violet Shrinq. I am a necromancer. I understand you need my services?”
2. Love
Love. Is. Pointless. It’s a neutral power that cannot see the difference between good and evil, light or dark. It simply sees the parts that fit, and some that do not, and throws them together regardless of what gets in the way. Even when the love is pure, when the power is finished it is taken apart by the forces that would prevent it in the first place.
Violet’s mother and father loved each other for one night. Her mother loved her until after she was born. Her father loved her to his dying day, or so Violet thought, further thinking has given rise to questions. Violet thought a boy loved her until she revealed her gift to him. The ghost she summoned thought their love would last forever, until they died. Why does love even exist? It’s pointless.
3. Light
“Come towards the light,” Violet chanted calmly. Sure it was hard to keep a straight face saying it but it was important. She needed to speak with long dead relative of her client. The light was a beacon in the other world. Light was a comfort, familiar, focused. “Come towards the light.” Violet open her eyes to see the flame flicker. The summons had been answered.
4. Dark
“Come towards the light.” Darkness was as important as light. Without the dark, the light would be dimmed by other light. It would be hard to find. The darkness is as much a comfort as it is a fear. The darkness make the light that much brighter.
5. Seeking Solace
She always played the track when she couldn’t stand it anymore. When the cries of the departed were too loud or the questions in her own head became too much she would put on her Skullcandy headphones and play the track. It was a burned CD she made of the sound of her home videos. Her favorite was the sound of her fourth birthday. Her father’s voice, crisp and clear behind the camera, singing happy birthday to her while her own voice giggled in the background. There would be a brief silence of her blowing out the candles and then they would cheer and laugh together. This was the only physical proof she had of her father’s love. Her only proof that, she too, was innocent once. Proof that the world wasn’t always so bad. For a few hours, the world was just fine.