My Brain Developing Plot Lines And Multidimensional Characters While Im Busy At Work:

my brain developing plot lines and multidimensional characters while im busy at work:

my brain as soon as im at home with loads of free time, empty notebooks, and multiple writing programs at my disposal:

what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience

what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms

Vanelope, glaring at the giant wall of Party City costumes: the glorification of witches is outrageous! None of us would ever wear such things and the fact that the companies slander what my mother gave her life for is atrocious!

Siren, walking out of the dressing room in a skimpy witch costume and hat: Uh... Should I change?

Brain: WANT WRITE

me: okay what do we write?

Brain: NO IDEA ONLY WRITE

me: i need something to write about, brain. How about the fanfic

Brain: NO

me: ooookay, something about the ocs then?

Brain: NO

me: then what?

Brain: ....WANT WRITE

Always

Flipping through his sister's notebook he found on the floor, eyes scanning over the weird scribbles over maps and chats with what he presumed to be other demons. Minhyuk knocks on Melanie's door, not moving his eyes from the pages. When she didn't answer, he decided to let himself in. The door creaking open in the slightly rusted hinges.

"Mel? Hey, I found your book. What is all this about?" He spoke to the quiet room. He glanced up and now scanned over the teal walls decorated with pictures of her family. Most of Samuel and her than him. He scoffs under his breath. Looking to the rest of the room, he didn't see her; bed still made and neat save for an outfit thrown onto the sheets for later. He decided to check the connecting bathroom. Opening that door, he was just in time to see Melanie yanking off her necklace once again.

Panic immediately ran through his mind. Dropping the book, he rushed to her side and caught her before she hit the yellow titled floor. Melanie gasped for air as he held her. He didnt know what to do. He only knew that she would come back. She always did. It was a sick thing her grandfather did to her, but at least the scene never lasted long. Yet, she had no idea. This wasn't the same Melanie from the first time. Her mismatched eyes were filled with fear as she felt her body giving up on her. Minhyuk only smiled solemnly and hugged her.

"It'll be okay. I'll wait for you again, okay? You'll be back, just close your eyes..." He let out a shaky sigh as he felt her body turn to dust, dropping into a sand pile in front of him. He wiped a tear that threatened to leave his eyes. He may have seen this probably ten times already but it never got easier.

Almost by muscle memory, the Korean boy swept up what remained of his older sister and carefully placed the sand in a bottle. He set the old, glass Coke Bottle on the shelf lined with nine other bottles. The house has decided that each Melanie deserved to be remembered. It was Minhyuk that decided to hold them in her favorite drink.

Walking out of the room with the odd journal, he made his way to Lucifer. That's where she always came back to.

Always.

Melanie waking up on her 300th birthday and noticing she now has horns in the bathroom mirror and literally freaks out and calls her dad crying