Young Writers Society

Little girl perched on a swing, looking for flowers.

Death; molten and smoky and painful

Also, black hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, about medium height. With a carrot, because you're really an evil bunny at heart.

You are really pretty and you have really bright yellow hair and you sing alot!!!

Green. Leafy. Spazzy.

I think you look like a swimmer. O: Probably have a shaved head and goggles on. All the time.






All. The. Time.

Lumpy.

I've done you. But I will do it again based on the mini profile thing I see under your name.

You're from California? Hmm. You have long, blonde wind-swept hair, freckles adorn your nose and cheeks and have ocean blue eyes. You laugh easily and surf.

I imagine you with a sweet, heart shaped face, thick brown hair, and dark brown eyes. I imagine that your skin is a little on the darker side. Also, you're shorter than most people and you used to hate it, but now you've just gotten used to it.

Almost I'm taller than most people but not by much.

You have a lithe, tall body from dance. You are red headed and have blue eyes. You're pale but not in a bad way.

I already did you, but...
Mangled limbs, sores that glow all over your body, maggots in your eye sockets, messy, bloody, rotting paths carved down your cheeks from your eye sockets, as they leak acid. You're mindlessly stumbling along in slow, jerky movements, arms reaching forward, a few missing fingers, as you moan about brains. Seriously, Squishy, we know I ate your brain a while ago. Give it a rest. Geez.

A fiery redhead with glasses and a stern look!

Like a buckeyball.

Like an angry jar of mustard.

Medium length, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, about average height. Wearing a pink, ruffly dress, with skin shining like a gem, disturbingly.

Extinct.

And slightly tan.