Alright, since you have all ventured into writing I think I shall have to jump on the band wagon. My story will also go along with Jonny's only in my point of view. I mean come on, different perspectives is fun!! My story's might not be as long as some of your stories but ah well, your loss. Just kiddin.(I'm sick and bored and I have nothing else to do) I have a lot of catcing up to do in the first part so it might be the longest one.
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"Ugh, Mom come on let me go!!!"I wriggled out of her mom's tight hug. " BUT HUNNY I'LL MISS MY LITTLE BABY!!" I rolled my eyes. My mom was never for me going on the trip to my fathers bar. My parents had split when I was younger. My mom hugged me again, This time cutting off my circulation. "ah...Mom....Air....Cant..BREATH!" My step dad pryed my mother off me." good luck, kid" he said. I said goodbye to my sisters and nephew and waved goodbye and got on my horse. A few hours after I left I stopped to eat. "Wow this damn things heavy." I opened my back pack to find a sleeping cat."BOB!!" I cried."what the hell are you doing in there kitten? Looks like your coming along for the ride." I gave her some of the chicken I had packed away in my bag. She must have known I was sad about leaving her. How did I not notice her in my bag? "Man, jess you need to wake up." I said to myself. I put bob back in my bag and got back on my horse,Marshall. He was brownish reddish looking with a reddish mane. Unusual looking horse he was but that's alright. He was skinny and lanky and whenever we walked by a female horse he would grunt or stop dead in his tracks.
A few days later I came to my father's tavern. "DADDY!" I cried. I hadn't seen my father for a while. I jump into my fathers arms and gave him a big hug. "hey besse!! Long time no see."(Besse is my family nick name...Don't ask.) He showed me to my room in the back and I took bob out of my bag to show my dad who came along. I got settled in. My dad had offered me the job as a bar tender. Thank god It wasn't my shift yet so I decided to relax after my long trip.
I had bin hear for a few weeks. Me and bob had settled in and I had gotten to work. I wasn't used to such a small town. My dad loved it because like me, if he did something he would want everyone to know about it. I think it's beacuse of the deamon in us. My dad sent me in the back to get more peanuts for the bar. I searched for what seems like forever but I didn't find any. I stopped as I heard a beautiful sound coming from the bar, The sound of a flute. I stopped and lisend and went of into a daydream. It was interrupted by the sounds of fighting and yelling. I sighed and burst out of the back room. I brushed past a tall, warrior looking man. He had a flute in his hand and a dazed look on his face. The bar seemed to go quiet when I came out.I could feel the gaze of the men burning into me."hor dogs" I mutterd. I cleared my throat and yelled " WHO ON EARTH STARTED THIS?!?" I scanned the bar and saw Marr and his companion about to leave. I had seen him before. He stayed a few night's at the inn. I kept looking around as the guy with the flute put up his hand. Marr and his friend stopped and turned around with smirks on there faces. I must have looked scary because the man seemed to be afraid of me..Maybe it was the fact he pissed off a red head deamon or mabey he's just suprised that I got the bar to stop yelling...Who knows. He explaind what happend and I told him he shouldnt own up to things like that and that a nice guy could get himself into alot of trouble around hear. I chuckeld at him once more and called my father over to help me clear out the bar. Marr helped me out to. I told my father about the peanut crisis and sent him to the store. Marr grabbed the man by the arm and asked him to play. "wonder why marr always has armour on." I thought to myself as I cleaned up the bar. Tipped over tables,broken chairs. Man, these drunks know how to fight. I was wipeing the spilled beer off the tables as 5 men burst in. Marr and his friend kalinka( I think her name was) tryed to leave but could'nt. Kalinka backed off abit as Marr drew his sword. The flute guy walked up and drew his sword to. Marr begged him to sit back down but he would'nt. I shook my head and mutterd " What a stubborn man,but a good man at that." He threw off his cloak to reveil his armour. My eyes and smile widend at this."Mabey he came prepared." I shruged and went back to my work. I looked up once again to see him being throw into a table. I smacked my head. "my fathers gonna be pissed!! That boy should know by now not to piss us red heads off." He got up and stood beside marr again. I just shook my head. "..stubborn" The fight started and the burst out the doors. My father walked in with an eyebrow raised. "what the...." I shook my head once again. My fathers face went red as he saw the broken furniture. He set the bag down on the bar counter and stomped upstairs. They re enterd the bar a few minutes later. "what is it about that him that makes me feel close to him...without even really knowing him?" Then it hit me.
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Ok thats enought writing for besse. Comment kids and tell me what you thought.
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"Ugh, Mom come on let me go!!!"I wriggled out of her mom's tight hug. " BUT HUNNY I'LL MISS MY LITTLE BABY!!" I rolled my eyes. My mom was never for me going on the trip to my fathers bar. My parents had split when I was younger. My mom hugged me again, This time cutting off my circulation. "ah...Mom....Air....Cant..BREATH!" My step dad pryed my mother off me." good luck, kid" he said. I said goodbye to my sisters and nephew and waved goodbye and got on my horse. A few hours after I left I stopped to eat. "Wow this damn things heavy." I opened my back pack to find a sleeping cat."BOB!!" I cried."what the hell are you doing in there kitten? Looks like your coming along for the ride." I gave her some of the chicken I had packed away in my bag. She must have known I was sad about leaving her. How did I not notice her in my bag? "Man, jess you need to wake up." I said to myself. I put bob back in my bag and got back on my horse,Marshall. He was brownish reddish looking with a reddish mane. Unusual looking horse he was but that's alright. He was skinny and lanky and whenever we walked by a female horse he would grunt or stop dead in his tracks.
A few days later I came to my father's tavern. "DADDY!" I cried. I hadn't seen my father for a while. I jump into my fathers arms and gave him a big hug. "hey besse!! Long time no see."(Besse is my family nick name...Don't ask.) He showed me to my room in the back and I took bob out of my bag to show my dad who came along. I got settled in. My dad had offered me the job as a bar tender. Thank god It wasn't my shift yet so I decided to relax after my long trip.
I had bin hear for a few weeks. Me and bob had settled in and I had gotten to work. I wasn't used to such a small town. My dad loved it because like me, if he did something he would want everyone to know about it. I think it's beacuse of the deamon in us. My dad sent me in the back to get more peanuts for the bar. I searched for what seems like forever but I didn't find any. I stopped as I heard a beautiful sound coming from the bar, The sound of a flute. I stopped and lisend and went of into a daydream. It was interrupted by the sounds of fighting and yelling. I sighed and burst out of the back room. I brushed past a tall, warrior looking man. He had a flute in his hand and a dazed look on his face. The bar seemed to go quiet when I came out.I could feel the gaze of the men burning into me."hor dogs" I mutterd. I cleared my throat and yelled " WHO ON EARTH STARTED THIS?!?" I scanned the bar and saw Marr and his companion about to leave. I had seen him before. He stayed a few night's at the inn. I kept looking around as the guy with the flute put up his hand. Marr and his friend stopped and turned around with smirks on there faces. I must have looked scary because the man seemed to be afraid of me..Maybe it was the fact he pissed off a red head deamon or mabey he's just suprised that I got the bar to stop yelling...Who knows. He explaind what happend and I told him he shouldnt own up to things like that and that a nice guy could get himself into alot of trouble around hear. I chuckeld at him once more and called my father over to help me clear out the bar. Marr helped me out to. I told my father about the peanut crisis and sent him to the store. Marr grabbed the man by the arm and asked him to play. "wonder why marr always has armour on." I thought to myself as I cleaned up the bar. Tipped over tables,broken chairs. Man, these drunks know how to fight. I was wipeing the spilled beer off the tables as 5 men burst in. Marr and his friend kalinka( I think her name was) tryed to leave but could'nt. Kalinka backed off abit as Marr drew his sword. The flute guy walked up and drew his sword to. Marr begged him to sit back down but he would'nt. I shook my head and mutterd " What a stubborn man,but a good man at that." He threw off his cloak to reveil his armour. My eyes and smile widend at this."Mabey he came prepared." I shruged and went back to my work. I looked up once again to see him being throw into a table. I smacked my head. "my fathers gonna be pissed!! That boy should know by now not to piss us red heads off." He got up and stood beside marr again. I just shook my head. "..stubborn" The fight started and the burst out the doors. My father walked in with an eyebrow raised. "what the...." I shook my head once again. My fathers face went red as he saw the broken furniture. He set the bag down on the bar counter and stomped upstairs. They re enterd the bar a few minutes later. "what is it about that him that makes me feel close to him...without even really knowing him?" Then it hit me.
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Ok thats enought writing for besse. Comment kids and tell me what you thought.
posted by The whisper in your ear at 6:20 AM
2 Comments:
Dear Jesse,
I am glad that you decided to start writing. It's good to see another perspective. And I can imagine it's very theraputic for you. Writing feels good sometimes.
Anyway, keep writing!
Your friend,
Kalinka.
You're one of us now, Jesse.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Marr Vell
(P.S. Great story, and I wear armour all the time because it's awesome.)
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