A Certain Blog of Uncertainty: A Glance into the Strange Mind of Sapphire

Emily McGuffin was a girl who never smiled. With her perfect polished shoes, and her uniform always buttoned to the very top, she was the perfect model student. She always sat alone at lunchtime, and was always the one left out to be partnered for projects. She never spoke, and her face never changed. Her eyes have never sparkled, and her black hair was always duly braided. Emily McGuffin was a girl who never smiled. Nobody knew why, nor did they bother to find out. She would always be the last one out of the classroom, after all the giggling groups of girls and talkative boys left to be with their friends after school. As she walked to the main gates of the school, her head facing down, she would always be greeted with a private car which would drive her to a flower shop. She always bought a bouquet of red and white roses. And the car would drive her to a graveyard. She would sit down at the dirt in front of the tombstones and take the flowers out o...

Note: This is one of the essays I wrote for school. Do not copy or reference without permission!  If you had to add a new character to this story, who/what might you create and what would you have them/it do in the story? Be sure to be descriptive with your characterization. How would they interact with other characters, what kind of dialogue might there be, etc. Trapped in time, and spiraling in a world that no one but he can understand, Billy Pilgrim is absolutely, utterly, and completely alone. Slowly, but surely, he begins to see death, pain, and suffering as mundane, and dismisses even the death of his own wife with the usual: “So it goes”. He speaks of the bombing of Dresden with absolute and utter nonchalance, and tells Professor Rumfoord as he laid in his hospital bed that it was “all right,” that “everything was all right, and everybody had to do exactly what they did.” Billy had fully resigned to his fate, and did not do a single thing to change it. ...