MORE INFO ABOUT MY CHARACTER- by GUSTAVO MAGLIONI

His name is Demian. 34 years old. Argentinian. Blond hair and a long beard. He's always frowning because his life has been tough. He poisoned his parents when he was 10 because they were disappointed for his homosexuality. He never told anyone but his parents.

At his 20's he traveled to the States and met drugs and Dalilah. She fell in love with him and they got married. Demian receives the american residence. Someday after work, Dalilah caught Demian having sex with her cousin Jim. Demian with all of his cold blood and prudence strangled Dalilah and killed her cousin with a knife. He threw them to the ocean near to the city of Miami. Nobody knows it, but me and Demian.

This event deteriorates Demian's life. He starts to use heroin and acids. He has sex with anyone he meets. Nowadays, he lives in Chicago in a little appartement with a cat named Roberto. He works in an italian restaurant called Little Rome.It is very important to say that he's got HIV.

His philosophy of life is to don't care about anything, just let it be! He's like Camus friend "Meursault" He does't care about anything.

In the wastebasket of my character: Angela

The marriage, an actual right decision, isn’t it?

…And there was Angela, a young girl who was just in her early twenties. She was a middle class woman, who grew up in a happy family, in spite of being the daughter of a single mother. She was a sweet and naïve girl, who tended to be easily influenced and credulous about what people said. Put it into these words: she was kind of dumb!!

About her father, her mother told her that long time ago he had died in unclear circumstances for her, but anyway, she said he had been a good husband and father. Her mother worried so much about Angela because she didn’t have any relative that supported her since they were alone, and for Angela, without a father to support her, the best option was supposedly to find a kind of protection, thus her mother decided to suggest her to choose a good man in order to get married and to settle herself as a married woman. However, Angela´s mother insisted her on being selective with her choice in terms of love and well - being. Therefore, the chosen guy should have a stable socioeconomic status, which could guarantee Angela´s welfare. In such a way, she would get a company and, at the same time, a comfort of home.

Incidentally, she knew Norman, a thirty-one year old man, who worked in a factory as an operator, in Angela´s town. They started a conversation at a bus stop, and he finished asking for Angela´s phone number. They started going out until ending in a love relationship. What Angela really liked about Norman was the way he heard all what she said, even the most minimum details she told him. As well, he always seemed to care about her. After one year and a half of engagement, and with Angela´s mother approval, they decided to get married.

The wedding would be in the summer, in about two months. Angela and her mother felt really blessed due to this wedding. Both thought they would improve their lifestyle in many ways. Plus Angela felt really in loved with Norman.

Once, Angela decided to go for a walk since she wanted to think about herself and her future lifestyle as Norman´s wife. She aimlessly walked, immersed herself in her thoughts. She arrived to a deserted place, unknown for her, and she started to observe all over the place. Suddenly, she saw a woman buried head – deep. Angela felt curiosity about her and approached where she was.

The coin

Like a Steppenwolf she couldn't handed any more the infighting of being spiritual and trying to get under her humanity, her room is her wastebasket, the perfect reflecting of she used to be, a clutter room protected by a large old wooden door, her way of live, her dresses, her speech. Apparently in the society she was a perfect common woman, but in her deepest body were growing a very dangerous animal. Her pretty face, not hot, more sweet. Who could imagine that she can kill someone with that shine, happy, soft face? Her flowered house was envidiable, her job wasn't so stressful, so hard. Her family portrait, everything so calm, so quite, so boring.

What you can find in the trashcan of my character

Javier Ramos Ramírez
Creative Writing
26/05/11

What you can find in the trashcan of my character
My character can be described as a woman with determination. A woman who despite of had a cruel childhood never gave up. Raised as an orphan child by a sister, my main character was forced to grow up earlier than the others children. For that reason she skip all those experiences that a normal kid lived in her childhood. She never had a party, she never enjoyed a dinner with her parents, she hated Christmas despite of that she grew up as an almost normal girl. She has to fight daily against those demons that bring her back those cruel memories of her childhood. Her misfortune doesn’t stop there. At the age of 16 her only sister (the one who take care of them when their parents passed died) was killed during a robbery in a supermarket. She tried to get over all these situation with a help of a guy she met when she was 25. This guy became an important man in her life. After a couple of years they decided to be more than friends and started a new relationship. But the bad luck of this girl seemed to be endless. One day she realized her man cheated on her, not only with one but several girls of the hood. Once again she got devastated but her strength didn’t let her go down. She took then the decision to keep alone since she realized the only person she can trust is in herself.

Demian's wastebasket

Inside his wastebasket you can find all the pictures of his former wife, behind them there are all the dedications she wrote for him. Next to the photos there is the knife that Demian used to kill her, also you can find the rope that prevented Dalilah to run away from his mad husband. Demian is a smoker so you can also find lots of cigarrette butts. Finally, as far as I know, since Dalilah died he thrown away all his records. Therefore, I guess if you rummage through the garbage you will find The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd and his favorite: Voyage 34: The Complete Trip by Porcupine Tree.

Note: He used to listen to Voyage 34 when he used LSD-25.

What can be found in the wastebasket of my character?

You can find grattitude and pleasure in my main character. She discovered the pleasure of life by living with many and different people, in different places. She was an atheist woman. She was open to learn everything about human sciences. She kept talking about philosophy and history.
she never had children, she didn't get married, she met some men that she found excellent persons, and maybe good husbands but she noticed that she would lost them if she would get engage with them for long, so when she started to find little details that maybe would upset her in the future, she decided to break up the relationship in the best way possible. The moments of abandoning the man were very pleasant for her because the endings always were good beginnings. She did that because she wanted to keep on her mind a great image of men. she avoided to be dissapointed for a man. So when she remembered those man she always felt satisfaction and she always remebered them with grattitude. Each man she met had something different to teach her and to share with her, so she learn many things from them because she had exclusive and several likes for choosing a man. Besides she didn't mind about social classes, beliefs, or religions. She always was sincere and direct with them. So she always said that men were of great spirit and great heart as she was, but she kept living by herself. Her relationships with men were very deep, passionate, pure and full of goodness, even if they took short periods of time.
The places were she felt comfortable also were diverse and she didn't habituate for long time in the same place because of that she never had a formal work in just one place. she was looked for what she thought and not for what she made. And she never received big quantities of money, she took just what she basically needed, and she was always willing to help each person she met. Then at the end of her life her eyes were full of satisfaction. Despite of her 90 years old, her smile was full of yearning and hope. that woman waits with emotion her ending in this world and the begining of another life in any other place.

What can be found in the wastebasket of my Character? By Ingrid Urán

He is always reading something about politics or social studies. He is thirty eight years old, but he looks like a young man, he is strong, handsome and he has green eyes. Mr. Fernandez stares at his students with curiosity, thinking if any of them can understand his ideas, his weird ideas. While he is walking with his peculiar movement, his students do not talk, they only listen to him, they try to make out his words. But Mr Fernandez continues his explanations, using words like apologia, Controversia, dicotomía, antagónico., difuso.,tautológico.,dirimir., imitir,holístico and others that only he enjoys.

Wearing beige pants and a white shirt every day, his life seems monotonous, boring and maybe empty, however he is a happy and a smart man, who lives with a beautiful woman and spends his free time doing funny things. He has a huge house, a white house with gorgeous details of design, and a red, fast car and all things than any man can wish.

His critical points of view show us what he really is and what he wants; he is not a typical professor who only thinks in his wages, he always is inviting his students to look for the true , to form their character, because he wants to generate changes.