Writings

[Violent Bubbles]

Here are some short story ideas I've thought up over some time. I love to write and after I finish this one book I'm work'n on, I plan to choose some othe, wait I have a prestarted book I gotta finish XD lol..ok so it looks like that books up next. Enjoy:

You denied it to me, now I will take it back

See, it did not happen as they usually do. I am never caught, seen or heard. And yet, I was this time.

It was an assassination attempt on the High Elfin’s life. I had been assigned to him for certain reasons. Reasons and facts I wish to disown, and discontinue my thoughts. But that will not be, as they have me here in this attractive cell, which in turn allows me to think about each one in great detail.

I chose to be an assassin, which I fully admit. Though, I did not know the clients I would possibly take on, would imprison me.

The crime for found assassination attempts, saying they catch the assassin—not just see him or her—yes there’s hers, is death. Simple as that. Here I am, dumb enough to have failed, though I blame a beautiful distraction that stole my heart, and still does.


Rambling I am, forgive me. The kind wishes to condemn me to death after a weeks worth of solitary confinement. He clearly knows the mind of an assassin, times I wonder, if he knew what drives us into mental insanity…Then what was he before he became king? Questions I have formed, and wish to be answered. I asked for a personal audience with my lord king, and was granted one on my single request. Amazing he accepts my request as he did; my lord king wants something from me. Only explanation for a delayed death. He knows something the rest of us do not.

Ahh, but through it all I am fine, I suppose. For say, if you are an assassin of my kind…Death is direct after you are caught. Here I am, on a delayed life sentence, for I figure my lord king’s palace and peoples know nothing of my lord of my attempt on his Arch Elfin lord.

My apologies, I am rude and a crimal. Something you may not meet in an assassin, politeness before death.

The men, women, and few children I have killed, were killed in polite manner. I allowed them to write a note of love and apology for any sins or apology for not being able to prevent his night and knowing it was soon to possibly come.

I should have taken my own life once I had been caught. For that I am probably a coward to my overlord and his men. Bet you I am mocked, and an example of what not to let happen. But oh! If only they had had the distraction I had!

Here I go, going astray to what I really meant to inform you. My name is Densic, no last name. I never had one, was never born with one. Yet I figure I have one the world would gladly deny me.

So, there is a brief out look on my chosen life, actions, and fate placed in a king who I believe will become more in time.

I never asked to be an angel, wanna trade me? There's wings in it for ya!


I never asked to be an Angel, wanna trade me? There's wings in it for ya!

I did not apply for the job, I also did not ask to carry on with furthure ideas of me taking it up. But, here I am, stuck with it.

Never in my life did I think that the responsibility of assuring my over lord, the Big Man, that certain people of the earth were dead--and or punished rightfully...never came to mind, yet, it is my job.

Now, be honest, you know assassins? Yeah, the stealthy--silent--cunning, get the point? Good, for, I tend to be sent after many of them. Why I suppose you'd ask? Honestly, they have never told me! Can you believe that? I am an employee of the fluffy white stuff, no I do not run the 'Cool Whip' company nor do I work for them, and all they tell me is 'kill him', 'assassinate him', 'cause him to look like a suicide to the public', the list goes on. I got my direct orders, but never do they tell me why I am doing this.

Perks, lemme think...cannot say that the job listed any. Though, you have to admit, the weapons are pretty richious. Got the opertunity to use an AK-47 to take out some guys the boss did not find appealing. Something about Naz..no was it? I can not recall.

Oops. Getting off subject, my bad.

Pay is reasonable. But once again, I did NOT ask for being the earths celebratred exicutioner. Figure out my admarable job? Well, if you did I think I will have to kill you..Nah. Just got a shower and, they charge per bath, so I enjoy...wait no--thats..why did I say charges per bath? Nevermind. The point is, I'm the Angel of Death. And or any other angel He has employed. But all the others He has on stupid leave for stupid vacation in stupid Hawaii. Can you believe that? Leaving me to keep up all their work. Maybe I'll accedently decapatate one of them on a 'mission from God'. What missions! It was a job! I do not have a satan given flip of it be'n a mission like Mr. Bond over there. For my jobs locational sake (heavens sake) its manditory..I give.

Basicly I never wanted to be an Angel of Mr. Hot Shot. Hell, he's crap....he's gunna smite me for that. That'er take it out of my pay check. (Note to self: Don't use hell as a reference if you want to get paied. Second Note to Self: Use reference to hell on the job to scare the heaven out of my soon to be dead client~funny how they come to me and call them clients huh?~ And reasure them if they aquire any hell in them--scare'n the out of it isn't an option)

So...How are you? Hmm..thats smoke in my apartment. Oh hey, its even coming out of my kitchen. Ya know, I have had problems with demons in town, and my apartment. They seem to assume--just beacuse I bring them their dead souls. They can party in my home? Some demons are alright...I think. Cannot say I've met one thats kicked my fancey.

Well, now you know my occupation. Now..about that smoke.

Given Grace

He scampered across the damp grass and into the forests open arms that soon shielded him from enemy fire. Yells demanded his return and orders cut the silence that his shield did have before the foot steps and harsh words peirced it. Bird shrieked to the sudden distrubance. He ran on, huffing. The men that persued him did not let up. He pushed back his physical tiredness and ran on.

Legs throbed deeper, they somehow managed to extract life from him from some resurve. 'I did nothing and yet you persue me, chase me like a crimnal, one of your own men. And why do you do such a thing? The money, to end your lords worry. All at the expense of a friends life. Such a friend you are...'

He ran faster, feeling them gain on him as his body started to slowly let them gain ground on him. He spotted an ending of ground. 'oh...cliff, he failed to mentioned we were camped near one..of course he also failed to mention he'd stab me in the back, but hey..lifes grand, keep it come'n o mighty gods...' He closed his eyes and shot off the ledge. An arrow grazed his neck and cut a few veins..he fell, plumetted into the harsh waters of the lands living vein all its own. The White Dragon they called it, it wraped its way around her kingdoms land and let his mouth spit out her contents into the Amarillo bay. Soon the dragon had him in his belly, sending him at a fast rapid pace to his mouth, to the Amarillo bay. His persuers chanted hate and curses down at him for escaping. Small whispers of "I hope the current ends his pathetic life" "he'll never make it, he was destened to die anyway." He kept his head above water as the whispers licked his ears. 'I really do love the optimisum in my race, it never seems to die..'

'Oh..boulder..' He managed to dodge the first one, but others seemed to deny him an easy way out. The sighting of a shore littered in stones perked up his eyes and his remains of his soul. The waters strength thrashed him away from his goal, he fought it and slowly inched his way to the gravel bank and crawled up on it. In thankfulness he collapsed and rested on it. His simi long black hair, short in the back and somewhat lengthy to the tops of his ears fell over his face and shaded him from the suns coressing feel. His beautiful brown eyes rested uner his lids protection. Callaced fingers and hands griped some at the rocks, then paused as he sliped into sleep that he dearly needed. His bare back glowed gently as the sun touched his aching body, firm, streched skin over a muscular body flexed some as he figited in his sleep.

The soft huming touched his ears as he aroused from his death appearing slumber. Hands gently worked down his back and brushed back his black hair. He opened his lovely brown eyes and glanced apon the womanly figure that tended and paid care to his limp state. She stopped and looked down at him in a gentle way. She smiled and dropped her face down next to his, he looked at her and blinked. She returned the gesture and then sat back up and rubed a cream of sorts on his neck. Soon the biting pain of the arrow that had grazed him vanished.

He pushed himself up and sat up, then glanced more at the woman that sat not far from him. Her long brown hair wavered down to her mid back and brown eyes looked at him in a motherly worry and concern. Slender arms and fingers sat surrouned by the suns halo light that rested all over her small, thin frame. She smiled faintly."How did I even get this lucky." he sighed. She looked at him perplexed slightly, then went about to what she had been preparing in her fire.

"Those in desurving of a grace period, are granted it sometime in life when they could dearly need a gods help, maybe they chose to help you here and now...otherwise they wouldn't have sent me." she said in a softly voice to him. "Even criminals have a period where there is grace made to pardon them, if the will take it. Everyone is desuriving of aid from a god or goddess." she said turning around and looking at him softly and contently.

(There's plenty more, but I'll stop there and post the rest if ya'll seem to like)

[Violent Bubbles]

Is a babbley I wrote tonight....abouts mah Brett.

Nothing can Compare

The moon will never rival the beauty of your eyes.
A handsome horse can never dare to compare to you.
The sweetness of a kitten will only seem second to how you care of me.
The devotion and love given nowadays, can’t equal up to how honest and true yours is.
You are worth every tear and pain, every moment apart.
Batman cannot whisk me from my feet as you can.
Superman has nothing on your strength and endurance, for anything and me.
The moon is only seen so beautiful and bright once a night, I see your beautiful eyes constantly, and think of them.
There can be a million handsome horses, but only one handsome prince, for me.
Anyone, man, can be sweet to me, but not like you, and mean it so deeply.
The sincere meaning under you’re love and care, is only o so comprehendible to the mind.
Simply, nothing can rival, even compare to how wonderful you are to me.
Nothing means anything to me, like you.