Hello all my name is Kelly and I'm 17. This is my first story, well short
story anyway. I was assigned to write a short story for my Art Appreciation
class and people told me that it was really good. So I decided to submit it
here to see if anyone liked it or not. Please enjoy my story. If you like
it tell me so I can consider making more short stories with different
characters.
everything in here is original and I wrote so it's MY claim if you ever want to use it for anything please ask before you do.
Future reference: A Claymore is a type of long sword that is heavy and needs to be held with two hands.
The year is 899 A.D.. My name, Odepus Giffard, a once great armourer. Back about, oh I'd say 21 years ago I was thought of to be the greatest armourer in all of England. Now I'm just an old man with a sad, bitter past. My body has seen better days, I used to be built and could make at least 70 or so superbly crafted swords and daggers in just one day heh he. Now? Well you'd be lucky to have me craft a Claymore in 7 days time. 10 years ago, I lost my loving family to bastard men who barged into my home and raped my wife and two daughters, then brutally slayed them. with the swords that I hand crafted for those men myself, with my bare hands. That's when I stopped my work completely for 5 years, I secluded myself from any form of human contact all I had to keep me company was my dog. Now all I have left in this dreary place is my mutt who is my only friend in this filthy world. This mutt's stayed with me through think and thin, never leaves my side and I thank him for that. I live in this damned place night and day, drowning my misery in ale and bread. I just wish I could have been there to stop them from taking their lives. I think that maybe if I had just stayed home that day it never would have happened. Or maybe I could have just told them I loved them before I left that morning. But I'm just an old dying man with nothing left to live for. What would I know?
See that little button below? Click it! I would appreciate it very much if you would review! I also would like any tips on how to make my story better. V V V
everything in here is original and I wrote so it's MY claim if you ever want to use it for anything please ask before you do.
Future reference: A Claymore is a type of long sword that is heavy and needs to be held with two hands.
The year is 899 A.D.. My name, Odepus Giffard, a once great armourer. Back about, oh I'd say 21 years ago I was thought of to be the greatest armourer in all of England. Now I'm just an old man with a sad, bitter past. My body has seen better days, I used to be built and could make at least 70 or so superbly crafted swords and daggers in just one day heh he. Now? Well you'd be lucky to have me craft a Claymore in 7 days time. 10 years ago, I lost my loving family to bastard men who barged into my home and raped my wife and two daughters, then brutally slayed them. with the swords that I hand crafted for those men myself, with my bare hands. That's when I stopped my work completely for 5 years, I secluded myself from any form of human contact all I had to keep me company was my dog. Now all I have left in this dreary place is my mutt who is my only friend in this filthy world. This mutt's stayed with me through think and thin, never leaves my side and I thank him for that. I live in this damned place night and day, drowning my misery in ale and bread. I just wish I could have been there to stop them from taking their lives. I think that maybe if I had just stayed home that day it never would have happened. Or maybe I could have just told them I loved them before I left that morning. But I'm just an old dying man with nothing left to live for. What would I know?
See that little button below? Click it! I would appreciate it very much if you would review! I also would like any tips on how to make my story better. V V V