Honest Moments



So here's a hipster quote! Gotta love that typewriter font. Elegant, and, undeniably hipster. I prefer georgia, but oh well! Pretentious as it is, I do love honest moments. My characters rarely ever display some of their own honest moments, but because I essentially play the role of god here, I can spy on them whenever I feel like it (because I can!) and see their unmistakably honest and beautiful moments. Okay, no one ever said I wasn't creepy. So this is me trying to capture the essence of my characters? Am I doing a good job? I don't know.

Cleo

Lili

I could write an honest moment for her, but it would feel unfair, since I would write it with a much older Lili in mind.

Miriam

Miriam was sifting through her Christmas presents, her expression that of slight scrutiny as she shook each box. She already had anything she could ever want. This was really just a measure of how much her parents knew her, and loved her.

Her father, the middle aged man with golden tan skin, a concerned little smile, and black stubble on his face leaned forward on their leather sofa. He held a small camera in his right hand, the elbow of which rested on his knee. "What did you get honey?"

Miriam torn through a box in record time. "Puzzles," She said finally.

"And?"

"Okay."

"They're complex puzzles, aren't they? 600 pieces?" He asked.

Miriam nodded very seriously, turning the box over to the front, though she said - "No. People are really complex puzzles."

He and his wife shared a confused look, which disolved into stifled laughter.

Ivy

A girl is sitting in front of you, though she could very well be in her 20s, or teens, girl seems to fit the description; the animation on her still childish, baby-face makes it hard to tell her age. A pink band holds her light blonde hair back in a loose pony-tail, and her hands occasionally make their way down to the circular table in front of you two until they rise again to help make a point. The neon orange polish on her nails are chipped, just like the white paint on the chair she's sitting on. Her mouth is moving, her blue eyes happy, so it's hard to resist a smile and a nod, if only for her sake. The words aren't important - she'd probably agree with you. She's learned not to ask too many, if any, follow-up questions, so you're not in danger of an awkward situation. If you wanted her to, she'd gladly continue speaking until her icecream has melted and you've finished yours.