the smiling bandit CH 2: horse named after a god 1Jeffery was about to board a train, he didn't care where he was headed, all he knew was he wanted to leave, badly. Jeffery wasn't the pride of the town, nor the hero, nor the savior, and he knew it. Nobody arrived to see him off, the all were their to say goodbye to family and friends. When he boarded the train, he he sat down and looked out the window, he saw people waving loved ones goodbye, it him sad.
"I am the smiling bandit" He thought to himself "I wish I had somebody there for me." He sighed a sat back, before long a pretty woman got his attention.
"Excuse me." She said, "May I sit here?" Jeffery nodded, he wasn't one to deny a request.
"There's a lot of people out there."
"Yes" Jeffery said "there are."
"Is there anybody waving you goodbye?" She looked at Jeffery, she saw that he never stopped smiling.
"No, there is not."
"Why?" she asked.
"My parents were killed when I was little, I was raised by the sheriff, but he couldn't see me off, he's got a job to do." The woman looked
The smiling bandit CH 1: Glory is what he stoleJeffery was leaning on a post thinking about his childhood. It has been 13 years since his parents were killed. He grew up mostly on his own, because of it. The scars still hadn't healed, he still looked as if he were giving the nicest smile he could give, although really, he was the saddest person in the town. He looked towards the sound of a cheering crowd. They were cheering for some blunt sharp shooter.
"Vergil! Vergil! Vergil!" The crowd's cheers could have been heard from tombstone. People always said he looked like Doc Holiday. He never knew, he never seen Doc holiday. The crowd kept cheering, getting closer and closer. The next time Jeffery looked they were right beside him. Vergil was looking right at him, the crowd wasn't cheering.
"Well, well. If it isn't the sheriff's lost boy, Jeffery wyatt. What's the matter, are you drunk or are you to lazy to be sad?" Vergil mocked Jeffery with passion, like he got pleasure doing it. Jeffery stood up and stared right at Vergil.
The smiling bandit prolougeJeffery was just heading home from his walk. He liked to walk, it gave him time to be alone. When he got home however he found a group of bandits sitting at the table, his parents dead on the rug and glass over the floor. His father just looked like he'd been shot, but his mother wasn't wearing any clothes, and her throat was slit. The bandits noticed Jeffery and looked at him.
"Hey, your folks were nice, before they died" one of the bandits laughed. Jeffery had no idea what to do, so he ran. The bandits, fearing he might tell the sheriff, chased after him. The bandits caught up with him and pinned him down.
"Come on, I hate it when kids are sad" Another bandit said.
"Let's make him smile" Suggested a third bandit. Jeffery struggled but the bandits had a tight hold of him, as if he were a pig in a lasso. The bandits passed a knife around, and one of the bandits started leaning towards Jeffery.
"Let's see you smile" he said almost in a whisper. Jeffery could smell the whiskey on his bre
UntitledI once lived in a small village. It was peaceful, pleasent and a quiet place. If you were quiet enough you could could hear the music of flutes, ocarinas and the soft singing of children drift through the air.
The houses were decorated with the prettiest of pink, red, purple and white flowers. Children and dogs would play on the hills and the elders would tell stories about brave knights, fierce dragons, creatures of the night, powerful wizards and kind little creatures that flutterd around and granted people good luck.
Even in times of storm or war, we still banded together and helped each other out. We would craft mythical creatures and small game pieces with wood and explore the forest with out children.
It was perfect, and now I watch the village from above, hearing the children's songs no more and seeing ashes, ruin and the bones that were once mine.