I read somewhere that letters can be very theraputic. It really works believe me, it does i wrote a letter to a guy i had liked and it helped me sort out my feelings toward him. And then i thought what if i wrote a letter to omeone who was gone kinda like to goodbye i never got to say. So this is a letter to my Paw-Paw Ford who died of lung cancer when i wa younger. Dear Paw-Paw, I miss you. but i know that omeday we will meet in heaven. I just wanted to tell you a few things. I'm 16 now and almost grown up. Coy is will be 15 next month, Coy has your sweet tooth, and you remember that first pair of boots that you gave him when he was born? Well he still has them and he LOVE to wear boots thanks to you. He gets on my nerves alot but i love him Daddy says when he is older he will look like you. You would be proud of Daddy he graduated highschool last year, Momma got him a test and now he has a highschool diploma. Maw-maw says daddy lookss alot like you. Daddy misses you alot and so does Maw-maw. I'm going to prom thi year and i wish you were here to see me, but i know that you are smilling down from heaven. When you died i was too young to really know what was going on all I knew was that you were gone. Daddy was sad for a long time after you left. but he i better now. you know those marshmellow peanuts youliked well Coy likes them too. As for me im not much of a candy person but i do like my chocolate When we visit Maw-maw she alway ha fudge and sweet tea VERY sweet tea and Coy eats as much fudge and drinks as much tea a he can hold. Momma misses you too, she said that you liked joking around with her. I have a picture of you holding me in my blue frilly dress I am going to have it resized sometime and hang it on the wall its the only picture were your not on an oxegyn tank that i have. well i have to go I just wanted to tell you that I love you and i miss you and i will see you when i get to heaven. Your Grandaughter Bliss
Did you Know Did you know that I watched every move you made for a year Did you know I can remember everything you wore for a year Did you know that I wore green because you wore green Did you know I wore blue because you wore blue Did you know that I cryed when you didnt notice me Did you know i thought about you everyday for a year Did you know I wore the shirt you said i looked beautiful in as much as i could Did you know I hung on every word you said Did you know that when you sat by me that one time I was so excited Did you know I knew you birthday Did you know my knees went soft when you hugged me Did you know that You were my first love My first crush and my first hope Did you know that when you ignored me I was devastated Did you know I was jealous of your girlfreind Did you know that I loved you Did you know I might still love you Did you know that I have given up hoping and waiting Did you?
Sometimes Sometimes I cry because I am lonely Somtimes I cry because I'm sad Somtimees I cry becasue I'm lonley Sometimes I cry because I'm happy Sometimes I cry for you Sometimes I laugh because I'm nervous Sometimes I laugh becauses I'm excited Somtimes I laugh because I'm surprised Sometimes I laugh because I'm worried Somtimes I laugh because of you Somtimes I get mad because of injustice Sometimes i get mad because I was hurt Sometimes I get mad because of you
Cavello moved through the forest with ease born from many years of training as an assassin. His bow strapped upon his back his dagger strapped to his thigh, and his broadsword wrapped in cloth to avoid any noise as it hit against his leg. He looked around his piercing soulless green eyes ever alert for signs that something was amiss. His dark cloak and hood helped him blend into the dark forest. He stopped by a small stream crouching and using his hand to bring the water to his dry lips so he could keep his eye on his surroundings. Having his fill of water he stood up looking around he picked out tree and no sooner had he decided he was scaling it. Going midway hidden in the leaves, he secured himself in a position against the tree so he would not be in danger of falling out of it. Then with his hand on his dagger he closed his eyes and went to sleep. His sleep plagued with the nightmare that was his past. He had heard his mother's screams before he had smelt the smoked of the burning house; he had dropped his playthings and ran to his home to find a man on top of his mother and another torching the house. Rage had made his small frame shake as he ran toward the man violating his mother his fist ineffectual against the man's back. The man had laughed and pushed him back with his arm making him fall and hit his head on a rock. When he woke he was bound in the back of a wagon. The group of assassin’s had killed his mother and kidnapped him and thus began Cavello's years of training; they trained him in the art of murder and stealth, of lying and deception. He was skilled in using his bare hands to kill a man or weapons. The only thing he refused to do was kill a woman, and in the end that had been his downfall. He had been ordered to kill a WoS spy, she was beautiful and kind and after he spent months getting to know her he was sure she was not a spy. So he had refused to kill her, instead he had married her and she had been expecting their first child when he left on an assignment. It was like his childhood nightmare had come to haunt him, he had heard her screams from inside the forest and he had ran but when he came to their home she was dead her blood pooled around her body, her stomach cut open the child gone. He let out a roar and after burying his love. He went after the assassins, and one by one had killed them all from the youngest to the oldest he had killed them. He was the last of the elite assassins. But he was never too careful he had lived the last years traveling his skills hired out, never allowing himself to feel anything. The only time he felt anything was when he dreamed. He woke covered in sweat his heart pounding wildly in his chest knowing that anymore sleep was impossible he climbed down the tree and drinking some more water, went on his way again.
A Simple Hug Silence is her worst enemy, when everything is silent, she has time to think, and thinking is dangerous for one whose life has been turned upside down. As she sits on the couch and listens to everyone sleep, her mind wonders in unseen directions, and then the tears start as they always do, on silent nights. Tears of pain, and sorrow, guilt and regret hate and love. She wonders if she cant even love herself how is anyone else to love her? She regrets having that last bite; she regrets that thanksgiving when she was nine. Her stomach aches from the guilt of being a pig, of being selfish and eating the last cookie. She feels the pain in her heart every time someone looks at her in disgust, and disdain. People tell her they understand, but how can they? None that has talked to her knows what it is like to be overweight, none know that hours she has cried because she is ignored. None knows how many times she has called her self a coward for not being able to pull the trigger. She gets up after a night of crying and no one notices her swollen eyes, or her cries for help as she asks morbid questions. No on takes notice of the way she is always silent and never laughs anymore. And none care that her life is filled with loneliness and self hate. They tell her that she needs to be more outgoing, but she fears rejection again, they tell her to exercise, but they never listen to the pain she feels. Its as if they don’t care. Then when one does notice and she says nothing is wrong, they don’t care enough to ask again, to make sure she isn’t lie-ing. Being the new girl is hard enough without having to deal with rejection from people she thought were friends. As she sits in the back row and cries, they never see because she is quick to leave. When the pain is too much to bare she takes a knife and studies, drawing it lightly across her wrists in hopes that maybe it would “accidentally “ cut her. When she is unable to it, she gets up and runs outside calling herself a coward for not being able to end her own pain. As she spends another night in tears she waits for sleep to come. She gets up once again with swollen eyes; she goes about her normal routine, when some one notices her swollen eyes and the pain within them. They don’t offer words of advice, or say they know how she is feeling, they don’t try and smooth everything over and make light of her pain. They offer her a simple hug. As they turn to leave for the first time in months there is a smile in her lips and happiness in her eyes. She goes home and flushes the Lori tabs down the toilet, the ones she was going to use to kill herself with. They didn’t notice her downward spiral, but they notice her upward climb, and as new people enter her life, the days of swollen eyes fall into the past, where they belong, and days of laughter and smiles are in the future all due to a simple hug, from some one who cared.
Micheal Vandross Ashecombe Age- 22 Madeline a simple met Wilhelm VonL in a the market place, they quiet literally bumped into each other, she dropped her basket of vegetable, and he helped her pick them up, they had many of these “accidental” meetings in the next few weeks, one thing led to another, and Madeline was pregnant, she and Wilhelm decided together that it would be best that the baby not know where he came from, for Wilhelm had a wife and family already, so they concocted a story which Madeline told Vandross when he was old enough to ask about his father. She told him that he was Born to an unwed noble’s daughter,Vandross was hoisted off on the nearest female. She happened to be a tavern wench witch set the stage for a rough life for Vandross. His mother being instructed to never reveal his true parentage, moved herself and the tiny babe to Sussex, where Vandross grew up. Having a child changed Madeline’s life; she went from a hard woman to a soft caring mother. She brought Vandross up as if her were her own, and he was hers in every since except for the fact that she had not carried him for nine months in her womb. She taught him many things, all she knew in fact. Having been a tavern wench the majority of her life she didn’t want Vandross to become like the men she dealt with daily so she instilled him morals that most boys raised by a woman like herself did not even know about. She taught him that women should be treasured like a rare jewel; there were not men’s playthings. But are a gift to all men from God and should be treated as such. She also taught him that if I woman truly loved a man she would not go against him no matter what she thought of felt. For this was the way she believed. But she could not teach him everything because sadly she could not read or write. There was an old monk that lived two houses down from them that took pity on Vandross, so one day he invited the child to his home, an instant friendship was born. Vandross made the old man feel young again. So the old monk instilled in Vandross a lobe for knowledge, he taught the young man to read and write, and to think and make decisions for himself. When he wasn’t learning from the monk and wasn’t with his mother Vandross did odd jobs around the town, earning a little money here and there. Vandross grew to be a strong and intelligent young man, helping his mother as she grew older, and sometimes after the sun went down he would spend hours talking to the old monk. Then one day not long after his 21st birthday, Vandross came home from helping some woods men haul their cut logs, to find that the whole row of houses were a smoldering mass. He frantically searched the crowd for his mother and the old man who had been like a father to him. When he could not find them he walked slowly to where his home used to stand, the only thing that was left was a single charred beam. As Vandross turned from the charred mess a glint in the ashes caught his eye, swallowing past the lump in his throat he bent down and brushed the still warm cinders and ash from the metal He froze and stared at the locket his mother had always worn. Picking it up the tears running freely down his face he walked away from his home never to look back. Then two years later he woke from his stupor to find himself working in Winchester.
Josephine watched in silent dismay as Justin her dearest friend exchanged blows with Antonio his best friend… and her husband of five years. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as Justin hit Anto squarely in his stomach causing Anto to double over for the briefest of moments, but as quickly as her fingers touched her bruised and swollen lip she let her hand drop. Wincing at the sting as her tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she recalled the rage and disbelief on Justin’s face only half an hour ago.
Her breathing was labored and she gritted her teeth against the pain that coursed through her with each breath, she was sure he had broken a few ribs this time. Her eyes widened in horror as Anto pulled out a flint-lock pistol, the metallic click rang in her ears as he cocked and aimed it at Justin, Anto hesitated for only a second, and Jo not even thinking of herself moved between the two, hoping to stop the action she knew was coming.
The shot rang out loudly ringing in her ears, and she looked down as a red flower blossomed darkly on her dark green dress, she looked up at Anto shock in her eyes. She did not feel the pain of the wound only the pain of knowing that she had made a mistake that day six years ago. After a fight much like the one that just took place.
Justin stood there frozen staring at the dark red splotch on the front of her dress that was spreading quickly outward, the shot still rang in his ears, he saw her sway and in a heartbeat was beside her, breaking her fall to the ground and holding Jo close to him his eyes filled with fear for her.
As she sank to the ground her eyes searched for Justin, he was there holding her, how he had done that so quickly she didn’t know. “I’m sorry.” she whispered, speaking more of things past than things present. The last thing she heard before she fell into the blessed and painless darkness of unconsciousness in his arms was Justin shushing her and telling her she had no reason to be sorry. He stroked her hair as her eyes slid close, he hugged her close, rocking back and forth.
Anto watched as if hypnotized by the blood that was soaking his wife’s dress, he tore his eyes away from her and looked at the gun still in his hands. Looking back hatred filled his eyes at the site of HIS wife, HIS possession in Justin’s arms, raising his arm and aiming at Justin’s head he pulled the hammer back and without hesitation this time he pulled the trigger, but all that was heard was a hollow click. Anto looked at the gun pulled the hammer back again and tried to shoot it again, but again all that was heard was a hollow click.
Justin’s head shot up at the sound of the hollow click from the gun, his heart raced in his chest as the gun was aimed at him. He closed his eyes knowing that he did not have enough time to stop the man from shooting him, his thoughts where on Jo hoping that she would be ok. But instead of a shot he heard another hollow click. His eyes opened as he realized that the gun had, had only one shot. Kissing Jo’s forehead softly he then laid her gently onto the damp grass.
Justin stood up slowly, his green eyes dark with rage. He turned and looked at Anto who still held the pistol, his eyes held a look that could only be described as murderous. Anto dropped the pistol and pulled a dagger from his boot holding it out in protection to the advancing Justin, his eyes now filled with not only hate but also fear.
No words where spoken as he moved closer with every intention of putting his hands around Anto’s neck and strangling the life out of him, for what he had done to Jo over the past five years. Anto slashed out with the knife, and Justin barely moved back in time. His breathing was fast as he dodged the quick and careless thrusts of Anto’s knife.
Krissy watched from the cottage window her hand resting protectively on her belly where Anto’s child grew within her, the look on her face as Jo was shot was one of pure glee, she wished the simpering little witch died, then she could marry Anto and give him the child he so deserved, the child that Jo had been unable to give him in their five years of marriage. She chuckled to herself as she watched Justin dodged the dagger blade, thinking back to the day almost six months ago that Jo had hired her…
She had been almost dead with hunger and Jo had pitied her and hired her to help with the household chores, Krissy did the work and got fed. She had worked hard, and quickly regained her healthy look. She had seen the looks that Anto had thrown her way and she had returned them, he was good looking with black hair and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen, he was well built from his work around the farm. And she could tell that Jo had not been giving him enough attention in the bedroom by the hunger she saw in his eyes. The smile on her face grew as she remembered their first encounter. She had been feeding the single milk cow in the barn when he had come in from the fields. She had turned to find him watching her, the look in his eyes left no doubt what he wanted there was even further evidence by the bulge in his britches, things had progressed rapidly she wasn’t sure how, but they both ended up in the hay naked, in a frenzy of love making, and she had to admit that for the life of her she didn’t know why Jo would even let the man out of the house, he gave her complete satisfaction. They met many times after that always in the barn.
She heard at night the sounds coming from their bedroom, the soft crying of Jo, and the grunts from Anto, she suspected that Jo just couldn’t please Anto. She knew that because Jo had not been able to bear Anto a son they fought, and often it ended in blows being landed on Jo, but Krissy did not pity Jo, the woman should know how to keep her man happy, and if she did not, she deserved every lick she received. She stepped outside and moved over to the corral watching the fight, knowing that if Justin won she would have to flee, to protect her unborn child.
Justin reached out in one quick movement and grabbed Anto’s wrist gripping it tightly and twisting making the man drop the dagger, he brought his other hand up and wrapped his fingers coldly around the man’s neck slowly tightening his grip, having every intention of murdering the man where he stood.
Josephine moaned and Justin stopped, his desire to kill Anto was almost uncontrollable but his blue eyes fell on her, and he turned and abruptly let Anto go. Anto fell to the ground gasping for breath and clutching at his throat.
Justin knelt beside Jo, and frowned cursing himself for not taking care of her first putting one arm under her knee’s and one behind her neck he picked her up as if she weighed no more than a feather, her long wavy black hair fell over his arm and he wished she would open her gray eyes so he could see them and know that she was going to be ok.
Without another look at Anto he moved swiftly toward the house, kicking the half closed door open he moved to the one bedroom in the house and lay her on the bed. Turning he turned the wick in the lamp up as high as he could flooding the room with light. “Krissy!!!” he yelled as his hands grabbed the top of her bodice and with only a moments hesitation he ripped it in two, he pulled the dress off of her and threw it the floor, grabbing a blanket he covered to her waist he then tore her chemise in two so he could see the wound. The bruises that darkened her skin and testified to the abuse she had received made anger and guilt roil inside him, but he tamped it down because he needed to take care of her now, he would take care of Anto later.
He looked behind him impatient for Krissy to come, the amount that Jo was bleeding worried him, and it looked as if the ball was still in her, he needed to get it out as soon as he could, not seeing Krissy he called her again. “Krissy!” but he received no response.
Growling in frustration he stood and moved to the kitchen pulling a pot of water over the hot water throwing in a knife and a cloth, then hearing voices outside he went to the door.
After Justin had carried Jo inside the house Krissy had rushed to Anto’s side making sure he was alright, and before he could follow Justin into the house she pulled him to her and told him her news. “Anto, I’m going to bear your child.” She said watching his face closely for his reaction. Confusion, surprise then joy ran across his face, forgetting about Jo and Justin, Anto wrapped his arms around Krissy and lifted her off the ground spinning her in a circle. Setting her down he looked deep into her brown eyes before kissing her passionately his arms holding her close to him.
When he saw was Krissy and Anto in a passionate embrace their lips locked together his face turned to stone “Anto” he said in a deadly calm voice interrupting the kiss. The two lovers looked at warily and annoyed “If I ever see you or Krissy near Josephine again I promise on my father’s grave I will kill you both with my bare hands.” Anto and Krissy looked at Justin fear etched into his face. Grabbing Krissy’s hand he pulled her toward his horse, and they mounted. Justin watched in disgust as they rode off, and wondered why Josephine had even hired Krissy in the first place.
