When I read book, I always imagine what my life would have be like had I been born another person. Had I made different friends, made different mistakes, who would I be? If I were a character in a book, I would be Christofer Roben from "Winnie the Pooh". I would be Christofer because he has a lot of toys, and they are alive. He helps his toys to build their homes, solve their problems, and Christofer can play with them. His favourite toy is Winnie Pooh. He is a dear, pretty bear. So much he likes honey. Christofer has other toy friends. For example piglet, stubborn rabbit, agile tiger, harmles donkey and clever owl. They search adventures together in the dense forest. Every toy animal likes and respects Christofer. He is a very wise guy. In my humble opinion, Christofer is a lucky boy because he has close friends. He can rely on them at any time.
Mister Time (born Jerald Murphy), later became Minister Time is a fiction American Christian leader, minister, and human rights activist. He seems important to many people in the Christian movement. Mister Time got his nickname Time because he seemed so far ahead of everyone else. He speaks of the things that sound like the future, but the world around him can't see that he speaks of the present. When Time was a child, he had a very high IQ. He grew up very intelligent and never had many friends. Time was the only child and claimed his cousins as his sisters and brothers. He grew up on the bad side of what is called Flip City. To raise him well, his mother and father took him to church and moved to a better neighborhood on the country side. After high school, Mister Time began to speak and teach around the world. He poured his heart out to those that needed help. Time took a few college classes to further his education. From then on, he became a Christian leader, minister, & activist. Listen to the Podcast the Tale of DJ Flip https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-tale-of-dj-flip
Video by: Gail Nobles To see the full short video of the character Sphinx Bazel, go to https://open.spotify.com/episode/1t6kAtrufXfN9SbPAzc9xV?si=gj7iOHd8RP6J2WL1kAXxDw See him underwater.
Sphinx Bazel born Bazel Abdella is a fiction Egyptian professional boxer. He is nicknamed Samson because of his super strength. Bazel grew up in Jamaica, but he was born in Luxor which is a modern city in Upper (southern) Egypt. He is known as the greatest and most dangerous boxer of all time with a deadly punch. Bazel has fought a powerful amateur opponent named Domino Storm. He gave Domino a chance to fight him. Bazel knew that Domino didn't fight like an amateur. He fought better than any pro boxer he had ever fought. The first time Bazel fought Domino, it was a tie. The second time Domino lost the fight in 30 rounds. The fight made history as one of the longest fights ever. Listen to the Podcast the Tale of DJ Flip https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-tale-of-dj-flip
Domino Storm is a fiction amateur boxer going for the heavyweight title. He is the sports personality of our time. He is now the champion in the light heavyweight division. Domino is aiming at turning professional. He is a Christian supporting the Christian leader, Mr. Time, whose real name is Jerald Murphy. His first fight was against another tough amateur boxer named Mike Collins. The fight was aired on radio station WDJF. Storm has fought Sphinx Bazel over in Egypt, and the fight was a tie. He lost the fight the second time around. Sphinx Bazel and Domino Storm fought in the longest boxing match ever the second time around. They fought up to 30 rounds. Listen to the Podcast the Tale of DJ Flip https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-tale-of-dj-flip
I`m going to tell you about a real event which happened several months ago. This story is about a young and unmarried couple`s history. Jake fell in love with Ann the minute he saw her. Ann was a pretty girl who had nice ways and was sweet to kiss and cuddle. Jake was a tall, strikingly handsome guy with dark hair. Every girl who saw him was bound to fall in love with him. Jake started to write letters to express his feelings to her. They were getting to know each other well day by day. They always wanted to be together. They were obviously very much in love . You could see real love in their eyes . Even if Jake hadn't seen Ann once a day, he would have really missed her. The wedding day was clear. Everything had been going well until that day… It was the night of March 31 st and Ann called Jake because of missing him. After a 2-hour-phone conversation, Ann told Jake that she wanted to sleep: - Ann : Jake , I want to sleep - Jake : Actually, It is time to sleep and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. So I have to sleep right now. See you tomorrow. Good night! - Ann : But… I have to tell you something very important. …just don`t fall asleep early. - Jake : Well, but what has happened ? Do you feel Ok? - Ann : Just don`t fall sleep early and wait for my text message… Jake agreed to wait for her message and said good-bye. It was 1.30 a.m. Jake received a text message from Ann. The following were written in the message : “ Don`t bother and call me anymore, please. Actually, I don`t love you. Let`s forget everything, our love story and our past. Forgive me, please. …” Firstly, he didn't understand why she was saying so. Then, Jake called Ann, but she didn`t answer the mobile phone. He called her again and again. As a result, Ann turned off her mobile phone. Jake couldn`t believe that the only person who is the meaning of his life and he trusts gave up him. Jake read her last words with tears in his eyes. He was shocked. He didn`t know what to do. Finally, he decided to go to Ann`s home to hear these words from herself and wanted to ask why she made that decision. Jake was driving fast to get to Ann`s home and find answers to his questions. While he was driving , he didn`t stop calling her every minute. Because of the bright lights of the oncoming truck on the opposite side, he looked at the way. As he was driving at high speed, Jake could not control the car, as a result, his car collided with the truck. It was 2.30 a.m. Inside the burning car, Jake slowly opened his eyes from the sound of his mobile phone and regained consciousness. There was a text message from Ann : “ Happy April Fools` Day !!! I love you very much. That was only a joke. I will never give up on you. “ After 5 minutes, Jake died… Love is a wonderful feeling that only a few people get. You can fall in love with anyone but being loved back by the same person is very hard. It's hard to believe this story, but anything can happen in this life. Draw your own conclusions from this story.
👤 Sorry I missed out on my Actor/Book Character post yesterday for #writerswednesday but it was a busy day at the Doc's office so, I'm making up for it today 👤 Actor/Book Character No. 3 and 4 are brother/sister 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐞 👩🏼 Sarah has a bubbly personality at first upon meeting her but her moods change quickly due to the possible lycan gene despite being human 👩🏼 She's not a feminine character but not masculine either, but prefers the tomboy vibe with more than usual buckles/chains of the steampunk attire 👩🏼 She's heterosexual; getting involved with the Australian vampire, Jonathan Saxon and is an excellent archer; learning the skill from fellow warriors/archers and uncle Leonard Brye, but she is NOT a physical fighter 👨🏼 Nathan is the oldest sibling of 2 years, carrying the lycan gene from his father's side; transitioning for the first time at 18 years of age 👨🏼 He's an addict; his vices are heavy alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes/Marijuana and strong sexual appetite 👨🏼 He prefers showing interest in young girls/women 16 years or older; those who haven't engaged in sexual activity yet. Meaning virgins, plain/simple 👨🏼 However, Nathan shows an unnatural fixation on Sarah; a sickness he's acted upon with her consent 👨🏼 He's a duel weaponed swordsman and despite his efforts to hide it, he's not a natural blonde, prefers clean/perfectly manicured nails/plucked eyebrows 👨🏼 You can't help but wonder if he's bisexual but 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 👨🏼 He's cute/charming with bright blue eyes and speaks with a suave/charismatic demeanor but does spew verbal vulgarities, making that a big turn off 👨🏼 The actor/actress that represent my character(s) are 95% 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 and 80% 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧 👤 Imagine their faces while reading/imagining the character(s) 👤
👤 Actor/Book Character No.2 is 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐬 👤 He's Drakuul's brother (not by blood but they had grown up together on the streets being orphans at young ages and raised by a female Necromancer) and the General of Drakuul's army of both men and creatures alike 👤 He's an excellent warrior; Katana as his choice of weapon, learning the Japanese fighting techniques upon a journey to the country 👤 His brute strength/formidable character makes him a man to be feared but respected among his men 👤 The actor that can bring my character of Matrx Lexus of my #keeperoflateclathekeyseries to life 100% is 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐔𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 and this photo helps me imagine the character of Matrx Lexus but of course, with my own details 👤
Hi, authors...I have a question for you and it's a fun one. I think. When creating your book characters (regardless of genre) you can visualize them so clearly, that you imagine as if they're real, right? If not, that's okay. No worries. But for me...I have an active/creative imagination when it comes to writing my books, so I've put in a lot of thinking about actors of whom could/would portray my characters; actors that help me visualize them all. Even down to the smallest detail and some actors that I've chosen are 100% without a doubt-handsdown the character so when you see my weekly 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬/𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 posts, you're seeing my characters physically brought to life. .. *Take a sigh* .. So allow me to introduce character number one: 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐬. He's an ambitious man of half Japanese heritage (although extremely power hungry) practicing the dark arts and necromancy, with an endless search for more power and the Book of Solomon. You'd think taking over the Great City and declaring himself Lord of London (aka Great City) would be enough, but for Drakuul...he wants more; no matter the cost. His search for the Book of Solomon leads him to the Isle of Castillion where his greed for power and control brings to his end at the hands of Jinn and his magical blade. .. Actor Portrayal: Ian Anthony Dale Actor/Character Likeness: 100% Present In: Secrets of Ravenstone and On the Evil Scale
Judgement of Character Remember the girl who became pregnant way back in school? She is grown now and so is her child. Do you recall how you gossiped and laughed as she walked by you in the hall? Did you ever wonder why she had such a sad countenance and rarely smiled? Did you care? The names you gave her, she heard. The words that cut like a knife, she felt. The love and friendship she desperately needed, she never found. You went about your life without a second thought, except to think of something more to say about her clothes, her character, or plain unassuming look. She wasn't really anybody. She was simply someone to make comments about while you felt better about yourself. Why, because you weren't her. She is grown now. She added drugs to her daily routine as she lived with the shame, the words or looks of disgust concerning her character. She was broken because no one asked about her life. She is still broken. No one cared how she was doing or why she was so sad. No one asked to be a friend with a hand held out in love. No one, because they were glad, they weren't her. Had you asked, you would have know. She was raped, repeatedly. She was sexually molested daily by a family member. The baby, the pregnancy was a result of that abuse. The child was born and she did not know how to be a parent, because she was not whole. She was only a part of what she could have been. No help, no support, just condemnation of her character. They say kids can be cruel and they can. Who taught them to be that way? What do they hear at home to repeat or express such things to another. When you are condemning the character of another, what does that say about yours? A Journey Through Grace By An Ordinary Woman- Cheryl
Books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything. When was the last time you sat, in the comfort of a big armchair, with a steaming mug of hot cocoa with little marshmallows bobbing around in it and a story? When was the last time you allowed every part of yourself to be consumed by the words on a page. As George R.R Martin put it, "A reader lives thousands of lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one." Words on a page. Who would have thought that you could create a whole new reality with a few sentences and an idea? To read is to travel, to travel to far away places like Neverland and Hogwarts, to discover the magic we never knew we had in us. To find ourselves, our true selves through the safety of writing. I love when I am able to read a book and find a character who is just like me. I read one just recently, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. There was a character named Cath who was so like me that I was unsure if I was not reading about myself. It helps us relate their stories and in turn, our stories. After all, life is a story, and there are thousands of pages we have yet to read.
As a little girl, I used to have my cake and eat it, too. I was learning to play the piano, speak English and dance. A homely, diligent girl, thought my parents. Gotcha! – thought I and always joined my friends whenever they climbed trees or jumped over the kindergarten fence. I knew, or rather sensed, that once I found something exciting, I had to cling to it. I remember often coming home bruised and covered in mud, in jeans torn on the knees. One summer evening I recall especially vividly: a half-sleeping village, our dilapidated country house, grandmother reading a gossip newspaper, grandad in front of the TV watching Russian football team lose yet again and 7-year-old me, brushing burs from tangled hair and trying to mend a broken bicycle wheel. That day my older friends dared me to ride a bike to a neighboring town. There was no particular motive to it, except for seeking adventures for our never-resting bums. Still, a tiny daredevil inside me could not take my weak conscientious ‘no' for an answer, so I went. The trip cost me four hours, a crazy runaway from a rabid dog, a painful fall over the handlebar straight into the bur bushes and grandad's strict scolding. The following day, however, I was a local hero, to whom all the boys up to twelve (which was, well, cool) brought candy and ice cream. In hindsight, the satisfaction was worth the trouble. I always bet on black. I am eager to act recklessly without so much as a hint of a reward. At middle school, I caught a common disease called extreme romantic light-headedness. A straight-A student juggling various clubs, circles and class activities, I suddenly felt an insurmountable urge to skip classes and fall in love with some reckless and dangerous six-grader. At a celebration of yet another faceless accomplishment of our even more faceless school, I threw a crumpled piece of paper with ‘I love you' scribbled on it in my horrific handwriting in the middle of a crowd of boys. Why did I do this? No idea. I was neither rebellious nor stupid. Imagine my surprise when a couple of weeks later my classmate, an unfortunate catcher of the note, came forward and confessed to loving me back! That hit me like a truck, but like a pink one delivering flowers or Teddy bears. Unexpectedly, we got along quite well and went out for three years. He was my first romance and is my sweetest teenage memory. I always bet on black. I lack judgement and tend to rush headlong in whatever venture is up. When it comes to choosing our occupation, hardly ever are we devoid of doubt or reservation. That was exactly the case with me. Although passionately in love with my piano, I could not imagine giving up literature or physics. Apparently, it all got mixed up in my head or aliens fiddled with my brains, because somehow I decided to major in economics. Perhaps, I did not know what my vocation was, or maybe it was fate. I, however, would attribute it to Irony, all-pervasive goddess of bad decisions and embarrassing memories. Anyway, I needed to choose a university. Which one would a sane and sensible person opt for? Right, the one farthest from home, with worst dormitories, most expensive campus and rudest students. Oh, wait, my bad, that's just what I have chosen! Frankly, it is not as bad as it sounds, except for yes, it is. However, I have taken up my music practice again, met some amazingly creative and energetic people and undoubtedly toughened up for what life has in store. Moscow, where I live and study now, is supposed to be a city of prospects and possibilities, or so I am told. For one, I am ready to explore all of them and seize my chances. I always bet on black. I make spontaneous decisions without properly weighing all sides to the matter. When I met the love of my life, my initial reaction was fear and self-consciousness. He was older, smarter, funnier – cutting to the chase, out of my league. Between two options - settling for someone else or setting out on a journey of personal development - I chose neither and treated the situation as a challenge. My inner controversial self craved for acknowledgement of its existence, so I caved and made a move. By a happy coincidence, this man was keen on riddles and brainteasers, which helped him tolerate the nuisance of… well, me. This way, out of stubbornness and maybe just a pinch of sheer stupidity, I have found a companion in life and a mind as bizarre and curious as my own. I always bet on black. As Tennessee Williams put it, ‘Luck is believing that you are lucky'. To some extent it is true, and I am proud that the way I have navigated through life is mine, if not good or decent. I have always been keen on marking my own path, and I take joy in reminiscing of how I embarrassed myself or made stupid mistakes along the way. After all, it truly is marvelous that each turn we take on the road leads us to who we are. As for me, by far I have only learnt one thing for sure. I will always bet on black.