Author Archive: somekindoflegend

Violet Richards

And she stayed behind. She had realized her mistake some weeks after she broke up with him, but she didn’t want to complicate things between them. They were pretty bad already and she didn’t want to screw it up. Her name? Violet Richards, a pretty hot waitress, the only one that had attracted his attention way back in time. She looked amazing, with her purple hair, dyed every month in order to be taken care of, with more lively colours. She wanted to smoke so badly the moment she saw him. She wanted to talk to him, but she just couldn’t run after him. Not after what she said to him. And so the story ended, quite uneventfully. And Violet stayed behind.

Gabriel Saxton

Well, it seems that he appeared for one more coffee after all. Every day, same time, even after what happened the previous day. And what happened was an unexpected encounter with his ex. She happens to be working there, but he didn’t know at first. She got the job some months after he got used to that habit. She was there once again, looking at him over the counter. He liked the coffee there, it was pretty damn good, so he’d order one, no matter what. So, he raised his hand. The girl walked to him in order to take his order. A cappuccino latte. She brought it to him. He was tempted to get up and pull her closely, stroke her hair and kiss her, but the ending of the story was clear. He wasn’t man enough for her. He was hiding it, but his true sex was female. And she knew it and she couldn’t be with him, while he still was in the middle, causing confusion to the masses. He pulled his black hair backwards and sighed, before stroking his stubble a bit. He started singing an old Scottish song to himself and took a sip from the beverage. He didn’t have much time to drink it, he had to go to work. He was dressed for that. A suit, white shirt, red tie, coal jacket. So he drank it up and then got up, walked to the counter, placed the money on it and walked away, still having bitter feelings. And that is Gabriel Saxton, a man born different, a man that couldn’t be accepted by anyone just yet.

Jonathan Davis

Hello there. Today it’s the 1st of November, 2099. I hid inside this bunker and now I may be writing my final words. The war is raging outside. I got shot. I ran out of ammo. I can feel my boiling blood gushing restless. I was supposed to be out there, using my skills with the explosives, so that I’ll take out the landmines and plant bombs in enemy buildings and general constructions. Instead of that, I am hiding in here. I am such a coward, aren’t I? I so wish I could get back home for Christmas, see my child and my husband before getting back to the frontline. I don’t think that this will happen. It’s probably all over, my fate got written and instead of making my country proud for the last time, I am hiding in the bunker. I promised to fight until my last breath, until my last blood drop. I lied, apparently. So, I am just sitting here, the sweat escaping my blond locks, rolling on my pale face. Pale because of the blood, I am darker, to be honest. And a failure. What a failure. That’s me now. A coward. I won’t be cheating death for longer. I should as well go out there and take it like a man.

My name is Jonathan Davis. Nice to meet you. I will miss you. Goodbye.