Ho there

Though you may not notice, I wrote something.. For your own good, read it.. if not... don't read.. if you want to, just read it.. even if you feel reluctant to do it, just read... even if you feel like it's a waste of time, just read.. even if you don't want to read, read it.. I insist, read it.. what will you gain, you will just have to read it to find out.. if your lost on what I had suggested earlier, it is of great importance that you read it.. if you do not know what "it" is, than continue reading it.. and while your reading it, if you are still reading this, then I have just wasted your time reading something pointless to begin with... but it shows that you are a dedicated reader (maybe) and I compliment you on that.. as a reward..

WELCOME TO MY STORY!!!
...and enjoy...
....and to be clear, when i say my story, i meant by these works of fiction written by me.

p.s.
Comment it anyway you want, whether its a rant or a suggestion, I will read them and keep it in mind.. but mind you, I may not be around for it to happen so.... yeah... thanks...

Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Loaf

(warning, the following text is totally fiction...but in the off chance that the story is true... Then know that I died a hero)

Joe and Ray entered Pavilion, where they were greeted by promoters of some unknown perfume company. Ignoring the young man desperately trying to get the two's attention, they made 2 right turns and arrived at their destination. "The Loaf?"' Ray exclaims, "What are we doing here Joe?"
"Gathering information" Joe responded. "In truth, the Loaf is a front for another operation."
"What do you mean?"
"This is where the Malysian Assassin Guild is set."

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Monsters..(Prologue)

Heroes are everywhere. Not all of them wear a mask or some flashy costume to show who they are. They come in a form of uniform. I'm not just talking about the police. Government officials, scientist, doctors, engineers, even the janitors. As ridiculous as it sounds, these people are heroes of society who work to and benefit civilization. But corruption does not go unnoticed. They dwell inside each and everyone of these heroes and it manifest them to something else. Most people would refer these corrupted as "the bad guys", but others refer to them as "MONSTERS". They wouldn't know the first thing about a monster. Monsters are a whole different entity. They take in a form of human, driven by a mad goal and bestowed with powers that overcome mere human capability. Monsters aren't heroes, nor are they villains. So what separates them from the corrupted people referred to as "Monsters"? It is simply their resolve. My name is Jack Hollows and I am A MONSTER.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Fairly Odd Story - The Foolish Prince

The former Knight-Commander slowly breaths in, trying to calm herself down before meeting the king for her congratulatory medal for not only defending against the rebel's attack, but as well as overtaking the rebel's base, single-handed. This achievement also earned her a position in one of the King's most respected knights corps, The 12 Guardsmen. It is 13 now, the knight said to herself. She exhales, straightens her stance and entered the castle.

 When she entered, she was greeted by a tall thin man wearing a classy suit. Probably the butler, she thought.

 "That is not that far of from the truth, Ms.Knight-Commander", said the man, "Oh, pardon me, Ms.Former Knight-Commander.". She knew her face was showing what she's thinking, but the knight thought that he was reading her mind, because the next thing he said was,

"I did not read you're mind, Madam Knight, your face is just easy to read". The man, Einriche, introduced himself as the steward to the king. "Unfortunately the King is away at the moment, attending the second prince's wedding." Einriche explains while they walked towards the throne room. "But His majesty's eldest son, Prince Orpheus, is present and filling in the king's role while King Odin is away".

As they approached the throne room, they heard the tender sounds of a lute being played. They look around and found that the sound came from the throne room. Einriche quickly enters the room to uncover who was playing the melody.

 "PRINCE ORPHEUS!" he shouted, "Please sit properly on the throne, it is rude to sit at such a ill-mannered way!".

 "Calm yourself, my good man. Father is away, so as such I am the current King of Talia and as King, I can do what ever I want", The prince grinned.

 "Your Highness, that kind of logic would not work anywhere in this kingdom. You know that better than everyone!".

"Nevertheless, you shouldn't keep our guest waiting" Einriche looked behind him and saw the knight standing there, witnessing the scuffle between the two. "This is the one who I've been hearing about?" Orpheus began, "The one knight who took defended and overtook an entire platoon of rebels and their base, single-handed?"

"Yes, your highness" Einrich confirmed.

Orpheus gazed at the knight, "She is quite easy on the eyes"

The knight flinched at Prince Orpheus' remark, but tries to keep her stance cool, "51st Division, Knight-Commander Eurydice Telos Le Royaume."

"Ah, you are from my brother's province. It is such a shame that I could not be at his wedding, the poor man could use his a big brother's blessings, but then again, that is what father is there for." Orpheus look at Einriche and signaled him to get him the medal. Einriche signaled an attendant to go fetch the it. She came back and handed over to Einriche, which in turn, graciously passes it to Orpheus. Orpheus got up and walked towards Eurydice, who is now kneeling down.

"Rise, Knight-Commander Eurydice Telos, and accept your medal" Eurydice stood up and accepted the medal. "Now that that is done, it is time for the initiation!", Orpheus continued. "Huh?" Orpheus quickly leaned his head towards Eurydice's. Eurydice was too late to react to Orpheus' move, which resulted with Orpheus' lips making contact with hers.

The knight instinctively pushed away and wipe her lips. "YOU FOOL! PERVERT!", she cursed.

"Ha! Fool, is it? Then a fool I am" Orpheus said joyously. "Let me officially introduce myself, I am the Leader of the 12..no..13 Guardsmen and the FOOLISH Prince, Orpheus Artemus Castor!" "Welcome to the corps, my dear Eurydice".

Monday, August 20, 2012

Fairly Odd Story - Doug the Sweeper

The Ceremony began. Everyone in the kingdom crowded at the palace for the coronation of King Orpheus Artemus Castor, eldest son to the late King Odin, who passed away recently in his sleep. Orpheus' younger brothers stood beside him. On the left, the ever elegant Duke Oberon Sith Castor of Le Royaume and his wife Titania, who smiled proudly at his older brother. On the right, the young Prince Orthrus Chernobog Castor, who’s never-changing glare remains, even in front of his two dear brothers. The three brothers, finally seen together since the wake of the late king, was a sight as rare Prince Orthrus’ smile. And the ceremony itself was so perfect; it’s as if nothing can go wrong. And nothing will. For there, deep beneath the city hall, in the sewers of the kingdom, the young Sweeper exterminates those that dare cause distraught and pandemonium to the kingdom. Bodies of a rebellion corps laid there. All killed, but the blood still fresh. Standing among the trails of corpse is the keeper of peace to the kingdom of Talia, although he himself wouldn’t call it keeping the peace; more on the lines of taking out the undesirables that distraught this kingdom’s routine. His name is Doug Connors, and he is a Sweeper.