Friday, August 27, 2010

Balder's Journal

  These past few weeks have been a dream, Journal. Penna’s been oh-so happy... Iv’e never seen someone I loved in such good spirits, I suppose I’m doing my job right, then. Well, Journal, I am writing in you because I feel butterflies flapping around in my stomach. Heh, that’s something that Raf would say. But enough about my growing suspicion that he’s a virgin. Last night, I asked the woman of my dreams to be my bride, and she said yes.Hell, I’m surprised as the next guy, but I’m happier than ever. She says she’d love to raise a family with me, and I could say the exact same. A farm in Redridge, kids playing ‘chase’ in the yard... *The paged looked stained, as if he strayed off* Now, now, Balder, we can’t get too ahead of ourselves now. Anyway, I made a damn-fine first impression on her parents, and guess what? I got their blessing, I’m pretty damn proud of myself. But enough straying from the topic, I’m happy for the first time in -months-. Can’t wait to tell my sister about the great new- *The page was never finished, as if something caught his eye*


  Dear Journal... Today... Sucked. First of all, I think Kirstin Summers is coming back on the scene, secondly, the -subordinates- in question stood there as she sliced my hamstring. I. Am. Furious. I write this from the small room me and Penn rented in Darnassus, I wanted to show her the spot I’d like the whole occasion to be held it, and I’m sure she loves it. Well... If you count the being carted around by the recruit who *He scribbled out some words* I didn’t mention I’m in a wheelchair, did I? Well, I am. Anyway, the recruit who stood there like a moron had the grand job of pushing me around this night. I feel as if I’m dealing with primary school children, one of our dwarven recruits shot the ‘new guy’ in the head. Granted the bullets were rubber, they still did a number on that recruit, so I did what any sensible officer would’ve done at that time. I slipped on my plated boots, stood out of that wheelchair, and I -reeled- my boot into that dwarfs crotch. Well, Penn is real helpful with pushing me around and making sure I’m not doing anything -too- strenuous, I'm glad she's a medic... Else I'd be without arms at this point, or a finger... But that's another story in general. In a ‘wrap up’, this day was bittersweet. ‘Till next time, I suppose.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

'Let's Make a Stand.'

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 Rex stirred in his bed, not knowing that he would come to find another goblin sleeping next to him, the covers of the bed hid her  form, him rushing to his mirror and smacking himself in the face, several times in fact “Rex... What the -hell- happened last night?” Rex ‘Ed’ Riggsy was an aspiring bard, he made his living performing nightly in Gadgetzan. He managed to rent a small, two-story gnomish-engineered house with the minimum of gold he made from his apparently ‘sold out’ shows, at least according to him, such house had been the occurrence of quite the number of ‘one night stands’, this being the one that would tide them all. Rex carefully crept his way to the side of the bed, grabbing his shoes and heading toward the door, “Home free, Rexxy... Home fr-.” his victory lapse was interrupted by the stirring of life in his bed, the goblin woman looked up, smiling sleepily, “‘Mornin’, Rexxy.” she was wearing his shirt, Rex looked as if all hope in his escape had been shattered, which it had. He waltzed his way up to her, standing straight and feigning a smile “Hi... You.” he couldn’t remember her name... He. Was. Screwed. She made circles in the sheets with her index finger, “Why dont’cha come back to bed, sug’?” he cringed, mentally telling himself “I know you want to, but... NO! You can’t lead this woman to actually believe you -care-.” he shook his hands, “Naah, babe. I gotta run some errands, ya’know?” he had hoped his lie worked, him turning and setting off toward the door. He heard the faintest ‘click’, him turning to see her raising a rifle, “You wait just a cog-screwing minute.” she stormed up to him, jabbing her finger into his chest “You’re leaving -me-... The woman you love.” the mental voice came back again “Rex... You. Are. A. Moron.” she popped our her hip, continuing her scolding, after tuning her out with his mental conscience,  he came back on the words “I bet you don’t even know my name!” he scratched his elongated ear, smiling “Umm... Margy?” she slammed the stock of the rifle into his stomach, proceeding to smash anything in that room upon Rex’s head “You lying bastard!” “You son of a bitch!” those words blared as he felt his consciousness wavering, him tracing blood with his finger. He ran outside, rubbing his head as the two-story window loomed above him, she looked out it “Oh! You forgot -this-!” she threw his lute out of the window, it crashing on Rex’s head and putting him in a full state of unconsciousness. He awoke several hours later on the shore, a turtle nibbling on his chest, he promptly shooed it away, “Hey, that shit’s vintage!” He sat on the beach, holding his broken lute “Back to the drawing board, Rex...” he let out a sigh as the waves washed over his legs.

Friday, August 13, 2010

"Movin' In."

                        


 The words ‘dismissed’ left Balder’s mouth like a two-ton weight had just been lifted from his shoulders, he strolled merrily into the Command Center, opening the door to Evanyell’s ‘old’ office, he had forgotten to close it. He was suddenly surprised as he felt arms wrap around him, he grinned, clasping the newfound presence “Ya’ always tends ta’ surprise me, Penn.” “You’re too easy -to- surprise, Balder.” she chirped happily. Balder unbuckled his shoulders “I’m preparin’ to get changed... Ya’ can leave, if’n you want.” he winked at her, laughing mentally at his own comment. She rolled her eyes, turning toward the door “I’m good, thanks.” she shut the door gently. Pennadelia Trigune was Balder’s current girlfriend, they’d been friends for about a month before he expressed his feelings toward her, he was astonished she eventually came to feel the same for him. Balder returned to his current task, unbuckling his boots and searching in his satchel for something ‘casual’, he stepped out of the office, fully clothed and ready for whatever might befall him this fine night. He walked toward Penna, his arms wrapped behind his back as he rocked back on his heels “I got a surprise for ya’, if you don’t mind coming wit’ me.” Penna clapped her hands “I do love surprises!” Balder grinned, tying his headband around her eyes “No peekin’, ya’ hear?” Penna crossed her arms “I -promise- not to peak.” Balder guided her hand throughout Old Town, eventually getting into the Dwarven District. Penna sounded skeptical “We’ve been walking for a long time, Balder.” he sounded reassuring “I guarantee you it’s worth the walk, love.” After a period of walking, they ended up awaiting for the Tram, Balder sat her down on a bench, pacing around like a madman. Penna flashed a smile, wagging her finger “I know you’re excited when you’re pacing around like -that-, Balder.” Balder quickly plopped down next to her, patting her lap “As I said, you’ll love me for this.” The tram arived quickly, them setting on it and riding to Ironforge. After parousing through Tinker Town and nearly toppling over the bread vendor, they eventually came to a small dwarven apartment. Balder led her inside, untying the back of her headband “Surprise, Penn.” he smiled proudly, her eyes filled with bewilderment at that moment “You didn’t...” he took her hand “I did.” She hugged Balder tightly “W-w-we have someplace to call -home-, love.” he twirled her around “That’s the point, m’de-” Balder was interrupted by the angered voice of his Commanding officer screaming over the Comm, he promptly hung his head as the words “Greycall. Five minutes.” repeated in his mind. Penna sighed “... Really?” they both quickly assembled their uniforms, practically rushing to Stormwind. As they both drudged their way into the Center, they met the cold gaze of Commander Evanyell Allenforth, all the rest of the regiment was doing an endless amount of pushups. She. Was. Furious. What seemed to be one of the happiest days of Balder’s life, quickly turned sour. After a good half hour of scolding, Balder was met with the dissapointed stare of General Allenforth, him shouting “Greycall! Do you remember the -last- time one of your little ‘girlfriends’ was in the regiment?!” Balder’s lip quivered, echoing in his mind “Please don’t say her name... Please don’t say her name.” “Kirstin. Fucking. Summers.” Balder couldn’t help but shed tears at that moment. Kirstin Summers was Balder’s ex, who was hellbent on making Balder’s life as miserable as possible, even if that meant ending it. Balder managed to regain his constituion “I-I r-emember her, s-sir.” General Allenforth barked “When you’re having sex with her on-duty the next time, Greycall. Why don’t you recite the Handbook so she actually learns something!” Balder was furious, he hated how his General viewed him, the urge in the back of his mind to shout “Shut up! We weren’t doing -anything-, I was off-duty!” were tearing away at the back of his mind, he clenched his blade. General and Commander Allenforth were married, her being his second in-command. After a long night of scolding and tears, they eventually returned to their little apartment, Balder found it surprising that Commander Allenforth allowed him to go off-duty after such events, he assumed it was her last shred of sympathy at that moment. As they clipped their way in, Balder plopped onto the bed, his face buried in his hand. Penna sat next to him, giving a reassuring smile “Ya’know... Balder, they were scolding us for apparently having sex on-duty.” she grinned wickedly at him. Balder looked as if all hope was restored in his being “Let’s say we ‘break in’ this’ere home.”

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

My official introduction.

'Ello lads and lassies, it's Bord... or Eddy, or however you'd wish to call me, Ted Sugartits for all I care. This is -my- blog which I'll be using for creative writing, venting, and the occasional, long-winded rant. Who am I in real life? That's really not for you to know, for what you can expect? I'm a young adult with an ambition to be writer, who enjoys personal memes and creating characters. This blog's 'stories', persay will be mainly revolving around my Death Knight, Bordros. Though, if I'm feeling in the mood, I'll likely do a story about my warrior, my upcoming paladin... Hell, maybe even one about my 'goblin'. Don't even get me started on the concept for my gobby, it makes me almost fangirl squeel O_O.  Anyway, enough about my strange attraction to goblins with guitars, welcome, and do enjoy your stay.

"A Shot in The Dark"

Edwin sat still in his high back chair, him rubbing his forehead; he stood from the chair and began to pace madly about the room, all these thoughts racing through his head “Will she survive childbirth?”, “What shall we name it?” “Will it love me?” these thoughts may have appeared “Silly” to the common bystander, but to a father to be? The priestess burst from the ward, a bright, young smile on her face. “Mr. Bordros?” she stated, Edwin jittered nervously “Y-yes?” she straightened herself “Your daughter would like to see you.” She almost blushed, leading Edwin into the brightly lit room. His wife, ebon-haired and beautiful lay with the wee babe in her arms, she gently lifted it to Edwin “Her name is Anita, dear.” Edwin smiled, cradled his newborn daughter in the cloth, nearly overwhelmed with a sense of pride “I love you… ‘Nita.” Edwin blinked his eyes open, the dream had brought a sense of disappointment and regret in the pit of his stomach, his self proclaimed ‘New Wife’ lay on his chest, her eyes still shut. Edwin exhaled quite loudly, him delicately sliding her off of him, standing and looking out to the window. The Plaguelands seemed like a new place to call ‘home’ to Edwin, he stared down at Arian, forcing a smile. Arian was quite the beauty in the right light, her hair whitened with the chill of death, Edwin saw her as his –true- retribution. He crept down the stairs of the house they had commandeered, sliding on his plated boots and mounting his steed, he set off toward the Scarlet Enclave, a place he would’ve once called his ‘turning factor’, back then he was merely a pawn, a tool. Edwin, still mounted on his deathcharger, set off for the decrepit dock. As his steed clipped onto the dock, he wavered his fingers, the horse dissipating into ash, fluttering back into the pit of his pocket. As he gazed upon the plagued water, he clutched his knotted chest, if his tear glands still worked, he’d be bawling. After the long chat he had with that quel’dorei priestess, Edwin found true purpose in life; he plucked a stone from the ground, chucking it into the water with a surprised rage in his actions. He began to choke up, though no tears fell from his rotting face, he made the sounds that would suggest sorrow. His hand twitched “I-I… Nggh.” He spoke, though no one was there, he jabbed his rune blade into the ground “How does one deal with his child’s death?” the blade glistened with energies, a spirit flying from the blade and resting his hand upon Edwin’s shoulder. Edwin gasped, turning to see a ghostly John Greycall smiling at him “Ed? Something seems to be bothering you.” Edwin was overwhelmed, patting his friend on the back “My –new- life confuses me, Jo-.” John interrupted, shushing Edwin “Take these words of wisdom, friend, John looked into Edwin’s eyes with a bright, yet eerie smile “-Everything- happens for a reason.” The spirit sprung back into the blade. Edwin chucked another stone into the water, turning and setting off toward his ‘home’.