Broccoli
Once upon a time, this little sprig of broccoli could have risen no higher than a fiber-rich substance. It was quite a dead-end career, so to speak. But that…
Everyone's Avatar means some thing to them. Whether its a random avvy off the internet or one you made yourself, you chose it for a reason. Write about your avatar in this challenge. For instance i chose my avatar cause i thought it was cool dark and mysterious. In this challenge you can write about your avatar. Put it in a story or even just talk about what it means to you. Well good luck! And start your pencils! (or just plug in your keyboard ._.)
Once upon a time, this little sprig of broccoli could have risen no higher than a fiber-rich substance. It was quite a dead-end career, so to speak. But that…
Hidden in plain sight, my true identity prowls through Ficly, with the cloak of Pareidolia hanging on his shoulders, careful not to be seen, yet proud to use…
I am aware he is a true master, un artiste véritable, un compositeur magnifique! He has done more for music than any other man in Paris. Mais, Mon dieu...…
Laughing Boy, Guild craftsman and scion of royalty, strode into the castle yard. The sun sparkled over the bay, sending sparks of glare back to the sky…
Come write, she said, and nudged me onto the stage. I shivered momentarily, blinked into the glare of the lights, scrabbled for a costume. Held up a few…
The old man rocked in his chair, tilting his head slightly to see what the cheers of the television were all about. “I don’t know why you keep looking, you’re…
Years ago I participated in a shared world, fan fiction story. My character was a priestess of an Irish war goddess, a Bandroi an Cogadh (ban-DREE an CO-geh)…
No, not that nose. The other one. Yeah. That looks a little more like me. A little. Less zits and rosacea, and I wouldn’t be caught dead with my real nose…
The image flickered on the green-washed screen of the old monitor, rolling bars all but obscuring the smiling cartoon fish that had once been blue, the…
I was a huge fan of pokemon as a kid. I loved the show, and my parents despised having to go to the theater with me. Well, when I was smaller, I had a lisp. A…
My avatar is a picture of me playing my Custom Telecaster, which I’ve named: The Dragon. I know it’s really hard to see, but there is a decal of my tattoo on…
Arriving in this city I’d never visited before was a homecoming. This place, most of a world away from my birthplace, and related to me in no obvious way, was…
“1,497......1,498.....1,499.....15,0-” The Muffin was just finishing his set (He lifted 50 pounds, which doesn’t sound like much, but is quite remarkable when…
Once I decided that my penname stuck, I realized something: it was just a teeny bit intimidating to try and read, and just a little cumbersome to type. So…
Yeah, that’s me. I was having a good hair day. I took several pictures until I got the angle, the smile, and the lighting just right. It’s how I want to be…
In the beginning, when The Developers surveyed the site, Cambourne was formless and void, and the spirit of Planning Permission hovered over the farmland. The…
My avatar is the ficly logo, mainly because I can’t think of what to use.
Shit, I think. It’s asking for an avatar, something to represent me... What do I pick? A few thoughts cross my mind. Maybe a squirrel. Maybe a rat playing…
In the year 1881, The Devil Tesla broke through the gates of hell to deliver upon us the invention known in English as alternating current (the correct…
This is my Duck. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Duck is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My Duck…