Thread: My journal and examples of my writing

RE Words of stupidity aka my journal along with examples of poor penmenship Might as well poor some examples of my own sub-par skills given that it seems to be a trend and such. Also you know what stinks having your lawnmower breakdown while mowing the yard. This is the introduction to an rp that I did a long time ago, seriously the person I rped with in this one hasn't been around here in like 2 years The days were all the same for him, he was charged the guard of the castle, not that he was going to complain at all. He liked his job, he was able to in his mind help and protect people, people whom where important to him. He was able to make sure that no villain was able to get into the castle grounds and harm the king, or the king's family. Yet, every day was pretty much the same, there had never been a serious threat to the king, in his lifetimes. Yet, it could and to be prepared for that he had trained much. The young man woke up this day, thinking about that, his body strong from those years of training and working. His dark green eyes looked around, as the blonde walked thinking about when his turn for duty was that day. He walked down a hall when he saw a old woman who needed help. This old woman was slouched over and it was easy to tell in pain. He had to help it was his duty to help. He walked over and helped the old woman to her feet looking over her with concern, ma'am, let me walk you to the doctor, he said as he did so. The woman unable to talk to him at that moment. After taking her to the doctor he waited to see if she would be ok, which sadly turned out to be false, it turned out the woman had passed on while he waited. The doctor told him how the old woman had handed him a odd green apple which her only where seemed to tell him to give the said apple to the guard who helped, saying it had odd powers. Minious looked at the apple a odd purplish red color and blinked before leaving. He walked down the hall stopping and thinking about the apple for a moment before biting into it. He felt something odd in his body right away, something strange built up causing him to feel funny before pausing out. When he came to, he woke up in the middle of some alley, everything seemed so strange, so many odd smells, so many odd metal things around himself, as he blinked he was completely shocked as to where the heck he was, he had no clue how to figure it out on his own. He walked out of the alley and almost fainted from seeing a car pass by on the city street, the building where so large around him, everything seem so very strange to him, the lost look on the knight said this with ease. and from a more recent example Marcus had just arrived back home, he had been on a expedition that his father had put together, in charge of the units that had battled both Vikings and Pagans on the borders of the country.Marcus was proud of his work, the young prince, and commander of the Royal Army was his father's son. He was a solid leader, a good man and a proud man as well, who had gotten his father's intellegence as well. The one thing that wasn't passed on was his father's great lust for women, he had so many half siblings now that were counts and dukes of various parts of the kingdom it wasn't funny. He was the choosen heir though, but also the youngest of all his children. He was very secure in this role as he had been groomed as well as could be for when the day came to take over for his father. Marcus got down from his horse quietly, Marcus was somewhat tall just under six feet in height, with a strong angular face, and deep set blue eyes. He had a strong but lean muscular build from his years as a warrior on the front lines and as a knight in training. Marcus had raven black hair a trait not uncommon for his family due to their old Latin roots as exiles from the great Empire before its fall. His hair was kept short to keep it out of his way when he wore a helmet with at the moment a good five of clock shadow on his face. He walked with a sense of purpose and direction as he walked into his home Castle. The hall he walked into had a great view of the gardens, as he looked in that direction his eyes focused on one thing, and that one thing was Lana. He blinked as he looked at her, she stood out in her rose colored dress, he always thought she was something else. He had known her since she was young, and having his father's basically prime minister take responsibility for the young woman. He never knew why or the truth behind her past, as it was never told to him, but he did know that she wasn't common or anything but unique. Marcus started to walk towards the garden without even thinking about it. He followed her as she walked into the rose bushes which were very much in bloom as the young man walked up, he tapped her gently on the shoulder giving her a sort of smile. Well, how are things going Lana, the flowers are very much beautiful this year don't you agree?