Writing Prompt flesh-out characters

[Agentt]

You have attempted to flesh me out. However, your lack of lore knowledge has become your downfall. I was homeschooled most of my life and I have never actually had a crush on anyone. Though I like the effort.

I shall remember that

 

[Ai-chan]

You have attempted to flesh me out. However, your lack of lore knowledge has become your downfall. I was homeschooled most of my life and I have never actually had a crush on anyone. Though I like the effort.

Paul Tromba is an anomaly. At a glance, you'd think that he's an average, boring guy. As you come to know him, you start to feel like this person is probably not even human. Some would argue that they are, in fact, looking at an outer space alien. Or to put it nicely, an amebic existence similar to hotdogs. He's hot when he's fresh, but cold, soggy and limp when he's petered out.

That is not to say that he hadn't lived an interesting life. He was homeschooled most of his life, having to take the flak whenever his little brothers did shitty things. His teachers in life were his parents and the flora and fauna of the countryside. He has not fucked any goats, yet, but when he was younger, he did imagine stuff. No, not imagine how it would feel like to fuck a goat, but imagine how to skinny dip in the stream without anyone laughing at his skinny 'body'.

When he was 16, he had a babysitter named Greta. Her name was not really Greta, but for her safety, we have decided to give her a pseudonym. After all, what she did could be illegal, depending on the laws of your state and your country. Like usual, she was watching TV when Paul Tromba came in with a pack of chips. Wood chips, not potatoes. Paul Tromba was a country hick and his parents didn't subscribe to the consumerism ideas bullshit. Greta looked at him and thought how manly he looked, bringing in that sack of wood chips into the kitchen. And so she stripped naked and bounced on him like a spring roll bouncing delightfully on a trampoline.

When he was 22, he tried to audition for the position of action movie actor. But he was not chosen, for he lacked 'the thing'. Heartbroken, he came home and binge-watched Buffy The Vampire Slayer because that was the only DVD he had that was still usable. All his other DVDs were destroyed in a flood when a bunch of college boys barged in for an uninvited party and slept over. There was not a single inch that did not have a disgusting, fat, nerdy college boy sleeping on top of it. They weren't even his friends, he didn't know any of them at all. They were too drunk and partied at the wrong person's house. And that was the story of how his DVD collection was destroyed by a flood of college boys.

And now he writes stories about a time-travelling private detective. One reason is to fulfill his wish of not being chosen as an action porn actor. Another reason is to have an excuse to imagine how it would feel like to go back in time to fuck a dodo bird.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Paul Tromba is an anomaly. At a glance, you'd think that he's an average, boring guy. As you come to know him, you start to feel like this person is probably not even human. Some would argue that they are, in fact, looking at an outer space alien. Or to put it nicely, an amebic existence similar to hotdogs. He's hot when he's fresh, but cold, soggy and limp when he's petered out.

That is not to say that he hadn't lived an interesting life. He was homeschooled most of his life, having to take the flak whenever his little brothers do shitty things. His teachers in life were his parents and the flora and fauna of the countryside. He has not fucked any goats, yet, but when he was younger, he did imagine stuff. No, not imagine how it would feel like to fuck a goat, but imagine how to skinny dip in the stream without anyone laughing at his skinny body.

When he was 16, he had a babysitter named Greta. Her name was not really Greta, but for her safety, we have decided to give her a pseudonym. After all, what she did could be illegal, depending on the laws of your state and your country. Like usual, she was watching TV when Paul Tromba came in with a pack of chips. Wood chips, not potatoes. Paul Tromba was a country hick and his parents didn't subscribe to the consumerism ideas bullshit. Greta look at him and thought how manly he looked, bringing in that sack of wood chips into the kitchen. And so she stripped naked and bounced on him like a spring roll bouncing delightfully on a trampoline.

When he was 22, he tried to audition for the position of action movie actor. But he was not chosen, for he lacked 'the thing'. Heartbroken, he came home and binge-watched Buffy The Vampire Slayer because that was the only DVD he had that was still usable. All his other DVDs were destroyed in a flood when when a bunch of college boys barged in for an uninvited party and slept over. There was not a single inch that did not have a disgusting, fat, nerdy college boy sleeping on top of it. They weren't even his friends, he didn't know any of them at all. They were too drunk and partied at the wrong person's house. And that was the story of how his DVD collection was destroyed by a flood of college boys.

And now he writes stories about a time-travelling private detective. One reason is to fulfilling his wish of not being chosen as an action porn actor. Another reason is to have an excuse to imagine how it would feel like to go back in time to fuck a dodo bird.

Do me next.

 

[Representing_Tromba]

Paul Tromba is an anomaly. At a glance, you'd think that he's an average, boring guy. As you come to know him, you start to feel like this person is probably not even human. Some would argue that they are, in fact, looking at an outer space alien. Or to put it nicely, an amebic existence similar to hotdogs. He's hot when he's fresh, but cold, soggy and limp when he's petered out.

That is not to say that he hadn't lived an interesting life. He was homeschooled most of his life, having to take the flak whenever his little brothers did shitty things. His teachers in life were his parents and the flora and fauna of the countryside. He has not fucked any goats, yet, but when he was younger, he did imagine stuff. No, not imagine how it would feel like to fuck a goat, but imagine how to skinny dip in the stream without anyone laughing at his skinny 'body'.

When he was 16, he had a babysitter named Greta. Her name was not really Greta, but for her safety, we have decided to give her a pseudonym. After all, what she did could be illegal, depending on the laws of your state and your country. Like usual, she was watching TV when Paul Tromba came in with a pack of chips. Wood chips, not potatoes. Paul Tromba was a country hick and his parents didn't subscribe to the consumerism ideas bullshit. Greta looked at him and thought how manly he looked, bringing in that sack of wood chips into the kitchen. And so she stripped naked and bounced on him like a spring roll bouncing delightfully on a trampoline.

When he was 22, he tried to audition for the position of action movie actor. But he was not chosen, for he lacked 'the thing'. Heartbroken, he came home and binge-watched Buffy The Vampire Slayer because that was the only DVD he had that was still usable. All his other DVDs were destroyed in a flood when a bunch of college boys barged in for an uninvited party and slept over. There was not a single inch that did not have a disgusting, fat, nerdy college boy sleeping on top of it. They weren't even his friends, he didn't know any of them at all. They were too drunk and partied at the wrong person's house. And that was the story of how his DVD collection was destroyed by a flood of college boys.

And now he writes stories about a time-travelling private detective. One reason is to fulfill his wish of not being chosen as an action porn actor. Another reason is to have an excuse to imagine how it would feel like to go back in time to fuck a dodo bird.

Not bad. I did have a babysitter though her name wasn't Greta and she made me watch Shrek in French every time she came over. Though the last time I saw her was when I was 6. I did audition for an acting role but it was for the suite life on deck when I was 7 or 8. I got the gig but my parents couldn't afford the acting lessons that came with it. Although I grew up in the Backcountry, I traveled through all of America excluding Hawaii and and Alaska in an RV for a few years so I got to experience a ton of different cultures. Also, you are absolutely correct about some of my stuff being destroyed (Not Buffy the Vampire slayer because I have never seen it nor owned it)in a party. Though the party was held by my younger brother while my parents were out of town. The last paragraph I'm not even going to comment on.

 

[Dudealien]

I shall remember that

I would ask to do me but I’m too mysterious

 

[Gryphon]

I see people lost sight what this thread actually was meant for by post number one so I'll hopefully get things back on track. But why should I. I mean it's hilarious that people are asking for fanfiction of themselves. Then again, I was hoping for something to walk the treaded path that the OP meant to be taken. So, instead, I shall take that treaded path while both amusingly and cringingly read something that is very obviously more than one paragraph. What's the worst that can happen? Someone shits on me because I try to take the fun away in something that is practically meaningless if the rules were followed or not? Well, I don't give two shits, and that is the duality of my mind.

 

[Skight]

A timid girl walks inside the dilapidated room, with a book in her arms, looking for something. A book with its torn pages... were embraced in that skinny arms, wanting to be destroyed furthermore. Every move she takes.. a creaking sound would echo giving chills to the girl. The floor was old as cracks were apparent while the room was filled with webs.

A mirror can be seen placed on the corner, but it would just send chill and terror towards someone, as a different reflection was reflected on it. A gorgeous woman with a voluptuous body that can entice any man, complemented by her long silver hair, the timid girl was picturesque. But as the timid girl look at the mirror, a sudden crack appears on it, altering the surface.

The timid girl give no interest in it and just went towards the small and wrecked nightstand beside the new-looking bed. Hastily, the girl opened the first drawer but a bunch of spiders showed up escaping for their dear life. The timid girl went on the second... but a bunch of ants showed up, running as well for their dear life. And as the timid girl open the third drawer... a sharp knife appeared, with blood still fresh on its blade, making the timid girl grin evilly.