Character Outline: Needsby Dunn
Needsby was never on time. As such, he was duly renowned for his total lack of time-keeping – he would have been late for his own wake, funeral, and the after-show party – that’s if he turned up at all. It has been said that, once, he was so late for an appointment as to be still a non-attendee three years later when he did show up – and that was for an urgent dentist’s appointment! That was when he used to be a dentist. He has moved on from that career trough (or path, either works).
Needsby was a waste of space – not much more can be said upon his worth; it has been said that he is taking up somebody’s place on the planet Earth – people can be cruel; but, in this case, they aren’t far off the mark.
Needsby was tall, thin, angular; he rarely laughed, barely spoke, glowered from when he slept to when he awoke (and the other way around, too).
Luckily for the planet he is only fictional.
As she would have looked (IMO)
Character Name: Constance Truggle
She was born into a family feud; not her fault, obviously; but, it didn’t help her with her upbringing that the intricate machinations of parents, uncles, older cousins, step-relatives (usually the worst) and siblings kept the climate either frosty or fiery in her surroundings.
However, Constance was a joy.
Never complaining about a thing, she was simply a perfect being,
That said, Constance was destined to struggle throughout her life in more ways than one.
She gave away all that she owned to those more fortunate than herself; and proceeded to live the life of a hermit in isolation and peaceful contemplation.
Constance died quietly at the age of twenty-seven from a wasting-away disease of the heart.
Mankind just hadn’t looked like saving itself; so what was the point for her to continue?
“Savannah Flowers! What sort of name is that? What were you thinking of?”
“Hold on! It’s just a randomly generated name that I obtained by using one of those online name-generators. It could have been worse. Bethany Mahoney would probably kill to have a name like Savannah Flowers.”
“And Savannah Flowers may just kill because she has a name that is exactly like Savannah Flowers!”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Will I? I’ve had it about ten minutes now; and, I can tell you, it’s not growing on me – one little bit!”
“Well, I didn’t know what to call you, and it seemed quite reasonable to me – don’t you like it?”
“What sort of a parent are you? Don’t answer that – I know already; the sort that would call a daughter Savannah! Have I even got a mother?”
“Hold on! I’ll see what I can do? Here you go; Savannah Flowers, daughter of Nequita Flowers.”
What do you mean ‘sort of’ are you ‘not’ married – am I the e daughter of a dastardly dick?”
“We are very close, but marriage has not been on our agenda – I’ve only recently met her.”
“BTW – how ‘old’ am I?”
“You sound about fifteen.”
“Fifteen! You’ve only just met her!” What are you on, man!”
“It’s just a creation programme.”
“Is that the line you used to get her into the sack?”
“No! Not at all; we’ve never done anything ‘physical’ – it’s more that you are an immaculate conception.”
“Hmm? Sounds a little creepy to me. What are your plans for her… and for me?”
“Well, like a lot of my children and characters (excuse me being impersonal) you will be important to me for a short time, then I shall probably forget you completely, just bumping into you occasionally when I go back over my old files.”
“You cruel, heartless beast! I want to divorce you! And it can be done – there’s a film about it.”
“Well, what am I, then? I don’t exist, apart from in this story – and you just want to use me and my poor mother and then go off on a jolly with other women and create more Savannah ‘bloomin’ Flowers! I wish I’d never been born!”
“Oh, well, that makes it all alright, that does. The whole world is now a big box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers! Count me out.”
I left with my tail between my legs. Why did these things always happen to me? I wasn’t a ‘bad’ man – just a creatively flawed genius.
Narrator: Herbert Holverson, the novelist ,trudged off back into the world of creative writing – his character-building session had not gone quite as he had planned – his life was at an end.