I, am a reader.
I am a beautiful princess, sitting atop my golden throne. Ribbons adorn my perfectly curled hair, and jewels decorate my crown. All of the nobles envy my magnificence, and I am the fairest in the land. My dress is made of the finest material, soft to the touch and breezes out around my legs as I walk, head held high.
I am a swash-buckling pirate, my ship large and magnificent. My crew is loyal, and my treasure abundant. I hang from the front, holding onto the ropes of the billowing sails, keeping a firm grasp on my large black hat decorated by a red feather waving in the wind. My sword is heavy, hanging from my hip and covered with my large coat.
I am a graceful samurai, my hair falling down my back in a long, tight braid. I’m fierce in battle, always the victor, but also gentle, a sweet cherry blossom in spring. I spend my time in wooden sandals and a light kimono, either training in my dojo or meditating in my Zen garden. All of my people look to me for advice, a wise counselor with the wisdom of a hundred.
I am a Victorian Englishwoman, the most proper of them all. I wear my hair high and my neckline low, a lacy parasol in my hand. I enjoy the park over nice, long walks with my most recent suitor. After I am home, I sit with perfect posture in my armchair and read the thickest novels, a cup of tea to my right as the fire crackles and pops.
I am a fairy, mischievous and fun. I play the day away in meadows and streams with my forest friends, then sleep peacefully up in the boughs of large trees at night. I wear a dress made of leaves and moss, shoes of the most comfortable leather. Wings like gossamer that sparkle in the sunlight, and hair that is wild and un-brushed, full of twigs and vibrant flowers.
I am an enchanting mermaid, a songstress of the sea. My melodies have made even the finest sailors weak at the knees, hopelessly hypnotized. Long, free-flowing hair is intertwined with sea fauna, and my shimmering tail is beyond comparison. I swim with the fish and the dolphins, but am sure to avoid the sharks. My comb is a sea shell, perfectly shaped for getting out the tangles as I hum on the rocks.
I am a genius detective, and people come from all over the world for my talent. I am the best at sniffing out clues and all things suspicious, easily finding the culprit of the crime. My most prized possession is my magnifying glass, used to find the smallest speck of evidence everywhere I go. My wit and cunning is unmatched, as is my fashion sense.
I am a mysterious vampire, a creature of the night. My fangs are concealed by rosy red lips, my eyes the color of the darkness. Pale skin offsets midnight-colored hair, which streams down my back like an inky river. My castle sits atop the highest hill, a small village nearby where I find my victims. I do not enjoy regular food, but instead prefer the taste of blood, sweet and thick. My dress is like a spider’s web, black roses patterned across it.
I am a frightening werewolf, howling with frenzied passion at the moon. My strength is unparalleled, my speed unmatched. No living being can escape my powerful jaws once I start the hunt. My only companion is the moon, for I am too dangerous to get close to anyone else. She is the only one for me, and with her silent appeal I become her puppet when she is full and luminous.
I, am a reader.