I love blogfests. They give me an inside peek at some very talented writers I would have otherwise never had the privilege of knowing. Today, I am partaking in Alison Stevens' blogfest . To participate, all you need to do is "describe a setting that tells us something about your character's personality. Characters can be of any age, living in any time or place. But don't tell us about the character, tell us about his or her stuff. We'll get to know the character from what you write." Hop on over to her website and take a look at some of the crazy belongings our characters collect. Oh yes . . and here is mine:
Okay, so Jake’s room is pretty bare, but I will do the best I can to describe it. It is about ten by ten, the walls made of thee-inch concrete. A steel reinforced door, that is too heavy to maneuver, blocks his room off from the hallway beyond. A double, well-worn mattress rest on the floor, no sheets just a few stained quilts protecting him from the protruding springs. Three empty milk crates double as his dresser and a storage closet for his ammunition. An old, wooden cable spool serves as a table where two mason jars of water and a half-empty can of rotten peaches sit. There is a pile of holed jeans and gray t-shirts crumpled in the corner, his rain-washed socks hanging on the wall to dry.
On his sheet-less bed lays a baseball, smudged and well worn, a matching glove, and a journal. The floor is covered with pencil shavings and old newspapers. Dead center of the room is a rusted-out half barrel, a smoldering fire just beginning to die out. Next to that fire pit are three knives, two dull, one sharp and still resting on the stone he drew it across.
So that about sums it up – the entire contents of my mc’s room. Any idea who this kid is or why he is there?