So, I am in a zombie play at my school, playing a zombie. I need to know what my zombie was before she was zombified for costume and characterization reasons. Any ideas? I'm looking for something that would be recognizable to a wide range of people in an audience, such as some iconic career like a police person, with an obvious uniform. Also, I have a few lines, and my zombie is stupid enough to stand out as comic relief even among the other stupid zombies, so if that could make sense with said previous identity, that would be fantastic.
Any suggestions?

"I see doodles in the margins of the third-person autobiography in my head." -Me, circa 8th grade

This is a scene from a story I have yet to think of a title for that I'm writing. This is all I will be posting of said story, because it's actually one of my better ideas that's looking more towards being an actual novel. Anyway, Eris is an unapologetically evil character who just wants a nemesis of her own. Sound interesting? What do you think? (Warning: One extremely mild swear word. These characters are evil and do mean things. That's really it.)

Sirens wailed somewhere else, calling more and more men to their deaths. She smiled at the thought. It was a clever one, poetic, and of course, absolutely true.
Eris flipped on the television and flopped over onto the couch, already itching for the thrill of seeing her handiwork, her artwork on the news. It had been simple enough to stage, but the effects would, no doubt, be pricelessly devastating. She heard the faint click of the door opening, but made no move to look. It didn’t matter who it was. This moment was still hers.
“I’m home,” the newcomer sighed, shifting the grocery bags in his arms, “Thanks for the warm greeting.”
“Shut up, Mort!” Eris groaned, “Can’t you see I’m on?”
Mort walked briskly around the back of the couch to stand by the arm beside her. He looked down at the grin on her face and rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Eris? A big stunt again?”
She shrugged, turning back to the television set, which was still playing a news story about some food that apparently caused cancer. “I never get caught.”
“I know,” Mort called back to her, heading into the large, gray-furnished kitchen behind the living room, “But the dramatics are getting a bit old. Not as much variety, you know? Predictable. Attention-seeking. One would think that you’re doing it all just to be noticed. That’s not your style.”
She frowned. “You shut your mouth. I stage my crimes the way I want. I’m not a child!”
Mort sighed again. “Okay, okay! Whatever you say Eris,” but then he frowned back at her, eyebrows drawn together skeptically. “Wait a minute… This isn’t about the whole nemesis thing, is it?”
She crossed her arms, staring determinedly away from him at the news. “So what if it is?”
He grinned. “I knew it! I knew it was getting to you! I told Nocta just the other night! I told her, Eris is really taking that nemesis stuff Discord said to heart! She was like, ‘Nah,’ but I knew there was something off about you!”
“Shut up,” she muttered, “That has nothing to do with this. Anyway, Discord is an ass.”
“Oh really?” he asked, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Nothing at all, huh? So that’s why you’ve been pushing everyone away for weeks.”
She snorted. “No, I push you all away because you’re idiots and you crimp my style.”
“Uh huh,” he laughed, “Well that’s interesting, Eris, because you’ve been reading a lot of comic books lately, and I-”
Eris leapt to her feet, clicking the TV off as she turned to face him. “You know what? Shut up, Mort! Maybe I just don’t want a nemesis, okay?!”
“Of course you want a nemesis,” he scoffed, “What kind of supervillain would you be without one?”
“Better than one who’s been defeated twenty three times!” she snapped.
He whistled. “Harsh. That was really unfair, Eris. I think you’re just jealous, because you don’t know if you could survive a real challenge or not!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” she screamed at him, drawing her knife from her belt to violently stab the arm of the couch, “Maybe I would take a challenge if they would just come and face me!”
“Temper!” he laughed, “Whoa, you’ve really lost it! Maybe they don’t face you because you fall to pieces without their help!”
“I’m the strongest of all of us!” she yelled, “And you know it!”
“So you just figure you need to go bigger,” he guessed, smirking.
“Well what else am I going to do?!”
“I don’t know,” he said, “But you’d better think of something. You’ll never be a villain if there’s nobody to screw up.”
“You just watch me!” she growled, “I’ll have the most worthy nemesis of all! And you know what else, Mort? I won’t be foiled.”
He just laughed again. “We’ll see... Sorry, I’ve gotta go. The big kids are going to fight some battles now.”
“SEE IF I CARE!” Eris called after him, as he strode back out the door.
But she did.

I always thought snakes were super cool, but then again, I was always an advocate for misunderstood animals such as snakes, wolves, bats, and bugs. Actually, those were always some of my favorite animals as a little kid. Snakes are really quite fascinating!
As for them being evil, I don't believe that putting any type of organism under an umbrella of "good" or "evil" makes any sense. That's stereotyping, for one thing. Even if you ignore that however, snakes don't generally do things for the purpose of "evil". Think about it: Could you see a snake maliciously thinking "Oh, a person! I'm going to bite them because I'm just so mean!" No. Of course not. That would be silly. Snakes "attack" things because they need food to survive, or they are frightened and defending their habitat. I don't think they generally do things just to be mean, and therefore they cannot really be evil. Of course, I'm not saying snakes are made of rainbows and sunshine either. Like most organisms, I think they generally just do things out of survival instinct. Don't get me wrong here, I think many animals,(probably snakes as well, although I haven't done my research here, so don't call me out on it,) probably do have feelings to at least some extent, but I think they're so focused on survival that they're not doing things just because. Their actions are generally just to keep themselves alive. Humans generally (I know some less developed countries or impoverished places may not fall into this category,) have fewer survival needs (and yes, more complex minds), because we have organized into such an affective society which grants us easier access to food, clean water, and shelter, so we have had more time to develop more complex motives. Still, you couldn't claim that humans as a whole are either good or evil, could you? Even individuals probably have some of both, because I can't see a person being genetically designed to be this 100% evil monster from birth. Perhaps snakes can be dangerous if they see you as a threat, but no, they are not evil, merely misunderstood. Anyway, as for the snake in the story of Adam and Eve being Satan, I'm not religious so I don't know much about the topic, but I'm pretty sure I heard (in a documentary video in class watched whilst studying this kind of thing in school when reading Dante's Inferno), that that snake was not originally identified as Satan, and that it was interpreted as a metaphor for Satan later in history, when religious groups were searching for more evidence of Satan and hell in religious writings to inspire fear in the populace and drive them into the arms of the ideal religious lifestyle. Before that point, hell and Satan were actually mentioned fairly sparingly as a small number of counter examples, and religious writings were more focused on God and heaven than on hell. But, like I said, I'm not religious or anything, and this was just from a video we watched in class, so I could be wrong. For all I know, that was always the purpose of the snake, and it just wasn't recognized until later. At any rate though, metaphors are undoubtedly important, but I think it would be foolish to take any symbol too literally. It's the idea behind the metaphor that you are meant to believe and take into mind.
Snakes are awesome. Just awesome. That is all.

A/N: I'm not dead, I swear! Just a bit inactive because, true story, I have had an actual flood of plot bunnies to the point where it's somewhat crippling. Which brings me to this:

It calls to me
The plot bunny
With its deceptive little smile,
Banishing my writer's block
With a thousand distracting ideas.
My other stories lie abandoned
In a desolate graveyard of wrinkled papers and sidelined dreams.
A new focus, brief and exciting,
Fishing me with ease from reality.
No escape, it clings
Persistently to my skull
Demanding to be noticed,
Its ideas strong, fresh, and bold.
A rainbow of words spring from my hands
I am lost to the world,
I write.
The plot bunny claws at my mind,
I get no sleep that night.
I've stashed away my plot carrots,
I've set a thousand traps,
But they reproduce within me,
Each stranger than the last.
There's no escape.
I'm conquered, their slave,
I can't ever be normal
So long as they own me.
From the very moment of my birth
I sold my soul to the plot bunny.

I'm really into all of the soundtracks from the shows I watch, but lately Wayward Son by Kansas, which is used for the Supernatural finales, is one of my favorites. (Which is partially because it has lyrics, and they aren't in a foreign language, so I can sing along without sounding like an idiot.)

I loved Psych a lot, and it will always be one of my favorite shows, but to be honest, I think it's time. It was a good show, but I feel like it's been decreasing in quality a bit in the most recent seasons, (although the musical was AWESOME!) so it seems like it was good while it lasted, but they should quit while they're ahead. All I want is for there to be a Shules wedding first. If they did additional movies, I would watch them, but like I said, it feels like they're running out of ideas a bit. It happens to all the best shows eventually. It's still sad though. Psych was amazing!

I like it! We need more Psych fanfics out here. Great job. The part with Shawn really sounded like him. XD

My most boring class is called "Fit for Life." It is a combination of PE and health, and I hate them both! The icing on the cake, though, is that it keeps switching location because of its dual nature, and our teacher never warns us so we literally have to go find our class every day. -.-

Author's Note: Just a short poem about a new piece of paper. Literally written in under a minute with about a second of thought because I really should get back to homework...
Paper
Possibilities
Pure and crisp and patient
Waiting for words or knowledge or art
The most beautiful thing in the world

steel_attacker : Thank you! I'm glad you like it!
As for how I write this stuff... Good question. I don't really know. This one was honestly simple, because it was really just "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?" from Frozen adapted into something that works for Supernatural, (so mostly just a few lines I was playing around with where I had to come up with new rhymes, but it already had a rhythm and flow,) but I don't know if that's what you meant.
I guess in general how it happens is that I just spend at least as much, if not more time in my mind daydreaming than in reality. (Which is awkward when it comes to having a social life, but I'm more comfortable with thoughts and ideas than I am with people.) I always have at least a couple of stories or ideas floating around in my head, although sometimes I'm not in a creative enough mood to make it work on paper. ...And sometimes I am, and my sudden bursts of creativity and inspiration are quite unpredictable, so I always have paper with me. I just basically live for stories and words. Writing is my passion, so I practice a lot. I write every day. I also read a lot, and I analyze everything I read so I can figure out how to apply different things authors did right, and avoid things that didn't work. It's really kind of funny, because I can be very practical sometimes, but writing is different for me. It's just sort of there, waiting for me to get up the willpower to do something with it.
I hope that made sense (and that I didn't misinterpret a rhetorical question XD). Thank you so much for reading my work, it really means a lot to me.

Author's Note:
Here it is: the story that started it all. My first EVER actual piece of writing. And it is absolutely terrible! To be fair though, I was only five-years-old (kindergarten) when I wrote this, and most children were still learning the alphabet, so...
I got the idea to post this story when somebody out here asked me "How do you write this stuff?" Honestly? It's been a LOT of practice. I've come really far from my first piece of writing, and I'm grateful for that. I literally daydream constantly, so I am always, always practicing for my next piece of work...And sometimes, the results are terrible. But it's all really a big learning experience; not just about writing, but everything it is to be alive, and human. It's a lesson in hope, dreams, and imagination, as well as darkness and coming to terms with it and how to live with it. Some people wonder how people who aren't religious have morals. Well, I never needed religion really. Stories have taught me everything.
I think it's important to look back at where we started from sometimes, if only to get a feel for how we have grown.
And so, without further ado, I give you the story I wrote based off of the names of my little sister's stuffed animals(Tabby, Poppy, and Ice):

TABBY POPS ON ICE (I meant hops, but five-year-olds, right? XD)

"One day, Tabby went to the Icelands.
When she got there, she popped on ice.
It was tons of fun until...
SPLAT!
And Tabby never popped on ice again."

Author's Note Again:
*slow clap for pathetic kindergarten writing* I think I tried to write this story somewhat in the style of the Serendipity books, which were some of my favorites as a small child, where every story had a little moral at the end. And the moral of this story...? Obviously, don't "pop" on ice. Don't do it! That means you! Even if you REALLY want to!
The ACTUAL moral of this post? If you try really hard at something, and you really care about it with your whole heart, you will improve, and probably even achieve. You don't have to be born with perfect skills to strive to be the best you can at what you love, and be happy doing it. Don't give up on your dreams.
(But seriously, thank goodness I've improved! Wow.)

I study all night until I fall asleep holding my materials, and then the next day study whenever possible in the car going to school, or in my other classes, at lunch, or basically anywhere else... I have, I'll admit asked my parents a couple of times if I could ditch PE to study for a more important class. I hate PE anyway though. It's a complete waste of my time. Generally though, I am able to get away with cramming like this and still get A's... which is a problem, because I sometimes take advantage of my quick memory and learning ability and procrastinate until I'm so stressed that I'm basically crazy for the rest of the week trying to catch up. I need to stop doing that. It really isn't fair to the people who really study, for one thing.
(Of course, I don't really study at all for easy classes. I may just glance over my notes five seconds before the test just to jog my memory and summarize everything for myself, and that usually does the trick. Basically, even if I never studied once, if it's fresh in my head I will do fine.)
...But I have procrastinated like that several times. Don't get me wrong, I'm very studious, but like I said, I have this bad habit of taking advantage of my natural gifts and being extremely lazy, and still just getting A's. It's not very healthy really. I end up sleeping like three to five hours per night the whole week.

I'm a huge fan of fantasy, so usually if the title includes words like "Magic" or "Dragons" I'm on the right track. As I've grown older, I've also grown more and more into stories that are as complex as possible, with complicated, unique and deep characters that are somehow still relatable, and maybe a plot twist or two. A quick look at the first few pages gives me an idea of the author's style and intended audience. A recommendation from a friend never hurts either, although most of my friends are into chick lit at the moment. (Ugh, gross.) I despise chick lit.

Author's Note:
Hello Vizzed! Here I have a Supernatural parody thing for you based off the song "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?" from Frozen. Sam is praying to Cas for help, but we all know Cas only comes for Dean... And Dean is with Lisa and Ben. This is actually my first complete Supernatural fic, and doesn't REALLY count because it's a song parody but, uh... Yeah. This takes place between Seasons five and six. (So, mild spoilers naturally.) The song this is based off is not mine, and neither is Supernatural or its associated plots and characters. The part under the "LATER" at the end is direct Supernatural quotes from 6X03, and I do not own them, I am only using them to wrap this up. Yep, that's it really. (And yes, I do ship Destiel.)
***

Castiel?
Do you wanna save some mortals?
I keep asking, hear me pray,
I never see you anymore
After the apocalyptic war,
Where are you anyway?
We used to be best buddies…
But now we’re not
I wish you could tell me why…!
Do you wanna save some mortals?
Dean would want you to save mortals?
…Okay, bye.

Do you wanna save some mortals?
Or kill some vampires and ghosts?
Cas, why won’t you answer me?
We’re still friends without Dean,
Without you we are toast!
(Hang in there Samuel!)
It gets a little lonely,
Hunting on my own,
With only strangers to get me by…
(spoken) Why. Can’t. I. Feel?!

(Dramatic instrumental break. Picture images of soulless Sam slaughtering monsters and things.)

Please, I know you’re out there,
People are asking where you’ve been,
I know you’re busy, but it’s scaring me,
I don’t know who to be,
Something’s missing deep within
We only have each other
We can’t bother Dean
What are we gonna do?
Do you wanna save some mortals?

LATER (6X03):
Sam: I spent all that time trying to get through to you. Dean calls once and now it’s “Hello?!”
Castiel: Yes.
Sam: So what, you like him better or something?
Castiel: Dean and I do share a more profound bond. (looks at Dean) I wasn’t going to mention it.

Yesterday, I found out I have won my school's Student of the Semester award for the third consecutive semester out of three. So, that was cool. I mean, it's just a little recognition thing my school does that around 20-30 students in the school will win each semester for academics and good behavior or whatever, but it's nice and they provide breakfast at the little ceremony and everything. I guess maybe I can tell colleges about it or something when I apply for scholarships in a couple of years. I don't know. Do they like stuff like that?

When I'm bored, I write or sketch. I'm not very good at social things, so I keep a notebook and writing utensil of some sort with me at all times just in case I feel lost and bored in the crowd. I seriously almost always have some sort of writing materials. It's like those characters in movies who carry hidden weapons everywhere, like in their coat, or hat, or shoe. I just hoard journals. I feel too awkward without them. When I somehow don't have writing supplies and I get bored or lost, I retreat into my head and make up a story there. (Not usually my actual stories I would publish. I need paper or a computer to work those out. I usually have like five continuous never-ending really bad stories meant solely for my head stored up there for such purposes at any given time. Honestly, they're usually poor quality self-inserts into my favorite stories. XD) I also have deep conversations with myself in my head. It does pass the time. Hehe... Sometimes, especially in PE, I will get bored out of my mind and break out an air violin and since I play the violin in real life, I will figure out how to play different songs by ear using an imaginary instrument that makes no noise... and when I try them at home, it works because I know where each note is and can picture its sound as clear as day in my head. I imagine I look sort of funny though, playing a silent, imaginary instrument, occasionally loudly humming a note to find it. I also sing a lot when I'm bored, which is awkward, because I don't even know if I'm a good singer, but at least it's something to do, and I have this completely useless ability to quickly pick up on songs, be it music, notes, or whatever, so I have my fair share memorized (the curse of the Girl Scout PA!) and I almost always have some song or background piece from a show stuck in my head anyway. My friends have actually told my one friend who will actually join in on this random singing and I that it's like we live in a real life musical. XD And then there are my monologues and poems I've memorized! I occasionally refresh myself on memorized information like that, and I also make sure I could still give a decent theatrical performance of my monologue.
And hey! If none of that works, I break out the yellow spray paint, graffiti a smiley face, and shoot it numerous times while screaming "BORED! BORED! BORED! I NEED A CASE, JOHN!" (Sherlock? Never mind.)

This wasn't in school, but this thread made me think of how the other day I was walking through my house talking to my mom and I noticed the white canvas shoes I got for Christmas that I was going to paint with various fandom stuff. So I was telling my mom my plan for what I was going to paint where on them, and for the front of one I was going to paint this character named Castiel's tie. So I was talking and I said something about what I was going to do on my "Cas shoe". A few seconds later I realized I had made a pun (Cas shoe sounds like cashew), and it wasn't even that funny, but I guess I was in a really odd mood because I screamed "CASHEW!" and I fell face first on my couch and literally laughed for like ten minutes straight about this idiotic accidental pun. And then my mom started laughing because I was laughing so hard, which made me laugh harder, and it was really strange.
In school... hmm... I mean, I make a lot of really odd references...
Oh! This one time in middle school my friends and I were at the induction ceremony for National Junior Honors Society, and the principal gave this speech talking about how we were "The Future Leaders of America." After the ceremony, my friends and I went outside because it was too crowded for us in the cafeteria and went out to go play on the playground's little spinning thing you hang down from because we were bored. We kept spinning on this piece of equipment, when suddenly we realized that we were all wearing fancy little dresses for the ceremony and had been spinning around quickly in circles... in dresses. Thankfully, I had been wearing little bike shorts underneath, but some of my friends hadn't planned ahead so suddenly it was very awkward. We all decided it would be best to stop but nobody else was out there so my one friend just shrugged and got back on and screamed "LOOK, I'M FLASHING THE WORLD!" (Keep in my mind that we're total nerds and we would normally never do anything like this.) And then I just sort of muttered "Future leaders of America, everybody," and now that's one of our inside jokes. So, I guess that was more my friend's doing, but yes. Haha, such promise!

So... My Spanish class is awful. I love Spanish, don't get me wrong, but that's exactly the problem! We only actually learn Spanish about 2% of the time, and the rest of the time is spent on my poor teacher trying to reign in the chaos that runs rampant through our little classroom. It's actually so awful that I get a headache pretty much every day after that class. Kids are talking over my teacher, shouting at each other, interrupting class with things like dance-offs, texting and playing stupid ringtones at top volume, pulling down their pants, (yes really, even though there was something underneath to cover him, thank goodness!), flipping tables, being generally stupid both in choices and knowledge, vandalizing desks, and just generally driving me slowly to insanity. Things like this happen every single day.
The worst of it is when we have time to actually work on questions my teacher will assign us to respond to, because nobody except for myself plus a couple of others ever actually participate. Instead, they all shout over each other to all have a stupid conversation about something completely and utterly mindless and I'm just sitting there trying to answer and not scream or make the way I have my hands clasped over my ears too obvious, or curl up in the fetal position and just give up on it all.
And then they're like "Hmm, I didn't do my work! Hey Kala(this isn't my real name btw), what did you get for question 1?"
Okay, let me explain why this is all so extremely horrible from my point of view, besides the obvious, because I probably sound like I'm overreacting quite a lot right now, and I guess I kind of am, in a sense, except that from my perception it's not overreacting at all. The thing is, I have a hyperactive sensory processing disorder. It's not severe, but it does basically make a lot of supposedly small, ordinary sensory stimulation in my daily life (such as getting my hair brushed, being in the same room as a pepper, or walking by somebody wearing perfume,) somewhat overwhelming. Okay, maybe a lot overwhelming. Maybe it's the "I'm trying to hold in how frustrated I am right now but I am freaking out and wringing my hands to death, and I am about to scream but I won't because I am fighting very hard to be the civilized one here," sort of overwhelming. When my class is all shouting over each other at once, I am literally fighting not to start freaking out in a noticeable way, because from my point of view, the situation feels very extreme. To me, these kids are deafening. It makes it quite a struggle to do simple work that would otherwise take me about five seconds or so, and of course everyone expects me to always have the right answers after all of this, because I almost always do, and I force myself to get it done and try to shut it out but inside my head I'm literally just screaming like "Please, please, please, please, please, shut up!" It literally hurts. It's so overwhelming it's suffocating.
I guess I can't blame my peers too much, because I've only really told a few friends about my whole sensory thing, (and even the people I've told never really listen to me when I try to talk to them about it, because usually nobody actually gives a care about what I'm saying,)so most of them don't know, but still, would it kill them to just be respectful, even if nobody else is going through this? Sure, almost none of my classmates know how painful it is for me to sit through that kind of senseless commotion, but I am so darn sick of their uncalled for childish behavior. If they would just grow up and invest some effort in learning for just a few minutes, maybe we wouldn't have a problem here in the first place! But no, that was stupid of me. I can't possibly expect a class to be respectful during a lesson, even if some of them are LEGAL ADULTS WHO CAN VOTE AND DRIVE WHO STILL CAN'T KEEP THEIR BIG MOUTHS SHUT FOR FIVE MINUTES AND BE PROFESSIONAL! And I don't call people out on it because I don't want to be annoying and nobody would listen, but I just can't stand it! It's just so rude, sensory issues or not!
Ahem. Yes. So, that is my story of my Spanish class, which was really just a raging rant. I don't get to rant in real life, (I have never yelled at my Spanish class, or done anything besides subtly cover my ears, which obviously nobody notices since I'm basically invisible unless they need help,) so that was sort of nice. Anyway, if you read this, you're probably wondering what exactly to make of it besides me going crazy furious at my classmates. What I would like you to get out of this story is for you to, please, please just be respectful of others in your class (or workplace.) Even if you don't care about what you're being taught and there are no kids with SPD in your class, please keep your voices down, because some people DO care about learning and their futures. You don't know everybody's story, and it's very unfair to make other students suffer through something that should be easy just because you think yelling a bunch of profanity back and forth with your friends is cute and funny. There are times to be loud and goofy and mess around. Class is not one of them.

Thank you for your time and your patience while reading this.

steel_attacker : Thanks! I was thinking they were teens, but no age specifically. Maggie is probably around thirteen and her brother is probably around seventeen.