Young Writers Society

Who would you be?

If a total stranger glanced up from his morning paper to see you walking down the street, who would you be?

If a teen taking out the trash decided to stare at you to freak you out for no reason (trust me, it's fun), who would you be?


Describe what someone who had never seen you before would see you as if they happened to notice you.


For Example:

I'd be the chubby brunette climbing a tree, muttering to herself "Why the heck did I take that picture?" as she flipped through her camera's gallery.

A rather short young woman with a nose much too big for her face came marching out of a guitar studio, swinging a large black case. She appeared to be singing to herself, and several pedestrians quickly swerved out of the way as she passed by.


Haha XD
That was really fun. I like this idea.


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"A small child, dressed rather shabbily, crept down the sidewalk avoiding eye contact with anything really. Her hair was long and wild with streaks blessed by sun and fire, though her skin showed no signs of these encounters. She glanced my way for a fleeting second before finding the sidewalk a much more attractive view. She was no girl, but a woman. And her clothes skillfully concealed her adult figure. As she passed, the air around me appeared to solidify and time was frozen in her crystal aura. She glanced up again and in her small and weary eyes I saw eternity. The sun did nothing to lift the eventide's wonders that day."

Ok, so my presence probably isn't THAT captivating, but I do think I tend to exude weirdness that people seem to just pick up on, lol.

Arrogant f***head (false) with a strut(true lol), bleached blonde hair (false). Acts like he owns the place.

lol

I get noticed.. for worse more than better in this town.

Ooh...this would be a fun thing for writing activities.

A teenage girl walks from the top of the middle meadow path, wearing the uniform of the near private school. Her face and her pace both suggest something like anger, but there's also an element of uncertainty; her eyes narrow as the wind blows her long, dark brown hair into her face. Again. The boy, also in the navy and white uniform, who has been calling after her, finally catches up and yanks the headphones out of her ears and she smiles.

Okay, so the last part was maybe wishful thinking. Although it has happened before. So there.

BUT MY PRECIOUS ANONYMITY WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT IT

A girl walks by, and though she is crossing her arms, she exudes a quiet sense of optimism. She smiles as she walks by most people, showing off her braces and almost straight teeth. She walks fast and with purpose, but has a touch of an awkwardness about her that might dissappear if she weren't not alone. She is wearing white ear buds and mouthing along to the words, once in a while bobbing her head as well.

She’s swinging her legs back and forth from her place on the picnic bench. The wind is brisk and pushes her wild auburn hair into her face. She’s rather average, hazel green eyes and pale skin with a smattering of freckles on her cheeks. Though she looks to be around nineteen, she’s only just turned sixteen but an old age shows in her eyes. Her cell phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls her headphones off out to answer it.

She is slung over some guys shoulder, and has long since given up protesting. She rests her elbow on his back and balances her chin on her hand. Her shoulder length brown hair is a mess and a breeze is blowing it in her face. She seems rather discontent in the fact that another of her guy friends has decided to make her the object of some sort of friendish torture, but a glint in her eyes shows she isn't entirely upset. The two arrive at a small park only to be greeted by more of their friends. Everyone starts climbing trees and swinging on the swingset.

=) yay that was fun.

^_^ Sounds fun to me!

She walks around the street, casually sipping on a chocolate milkshake. Short with raven eyes and hair, she seems quiet and often indifferent. A quiet laugh belies this aura as she is tackled by one of her guy friends; she seems to relish this hug with a ecstatic look on her face.



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She's small, that's obvious. Pale, too, with frizzy blonde hair that has a life of its own. In an inconspicuous school uniform (even though it's Friday afternoon). Her eyes are huge and just as pale as her other features. If she didn't look so withdrawn, she might be called pretty. All in all, she resembles a badly-treated porcelain doll.
But she seems a lot more peaceful here on the street. Her eyes rest not on the strangers, but through them, to the bright sky and chartreuse plants and the brick buildings on her right. Just seeing it brings a spark of light to her eyes; her sullen mouth starts to relax and even turn up a little. She hugs her thick book to her chest and walks on, slowly and still not saying a word.

Makes me realize how much I like to talk about myself. ^_^

If a total stranger glanced up from his morning paper to see you walking down the street, who would you be?

She's the girl by herself, lost in thought. Dirty blonde hair, constantly being pushed out of her face. Green eyes, possibably shielded by glasses; possibably covered in the light blue film of contacts. Head bobbing slightly up and down, music filling her ears. She walks down the street quickly, passing slower walkers. She can't stand to walk slowly. She looks around at her surrondings and sees an old man reading a newspaper looking at her. She turns her eyes to the ground, wondering what he's thinking. On she presses.

That was fun, but I kinda sucked at it ]:

She sighs, pulling her dirty blonde hair out of her face. Her green eyes show annoyance. She picks her cell phone up from the ground beside her and checks the messages. She sighs again rolling her eyes, she is very impatient today. A book lies beside her where one often is. She picks it up with her right hand, her orange ring glints in the sunlight. Finally her phone vibrates and she isn't alone.

~peanut~