The_gladiator
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as always this is a work of fiction
The following is an exerpt from the journal of William Tanner
October 13,
Today marks 2 months since mama died. Its just me and my sister now. Wel technically not my sister, she is I guess what you would call a step sister, or sister through blood. It'll mark 6 months since I turned 22 or I think its been 6 months, in a few days. The last bit of my life has been pretty rough. Mama was too old to be pregnant. Old Dock Wallus said he didn't even know how she got pregnant. I'm damned if I know too. He meant because of her age, But I mean, I thought she had stayed faithful to Michael's memory. Michael was my step father, he died 3 years ago, leaving my sister to live with mama and I. How ever it happened, she was pregnant, which I wasn't thrilled about. I was already workin a farm in the mountains a two days ride from the nearest town, with not for company but my increasingly ill mother anda girl, who I treated like a sister for company. Then last year Mama decided to go visit a cousin half way cross the country. I expect that's where she conceived. Damned if I was gonna ask her. That's the only explanation I can think of. Anyway, that's not the point. I tried to get her to stay in town, with a good friend, but no she said she would stay at home. When the baby came, I rode hard for Dock Wallus, leaving my sister with mama, When I got back with the dock, both Mama and The babe were dead. I never even got to say farewell. Tell her I loved her. She knew it of course, butnow I'm left alone, with no one but her. We were always close, we had no one else to hang around with, especially her after her father died. She had never been real close to mama, I expect she missed her own mother, who I still do not know the fate of. Tis not my place to ask. Well I have to go now, chores to do.
end Exerpt
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Will stood naked to the waist, the sweat trickling between his shoulderblades as his powerful muscles swung the ax through an arc to slam into the piece of wood he was chopping. The nights were growing colder, and more wood than just the normal amount for the stove would be needed. He swung the ax again and again. Chopping was tiring, but it was his duty, he was no stranger to hard work. He had been handling all the outdoor choors save the chickens for years since his father had died. After his mothers death, his sister had taken over the indoor chores. He smiled at that thought, her cooking was finally not tasting like cole dust, and she could almost be called a good cook. She had all of his mother's good recipes of course. His mother could write well and had written all the family recipies down. She had even insisted that Will himself be able to write too, something he never understood, but learned to make her happy. He was now awaiting the call to the noontide meal. Stopping to glance up at the sun he figured she should have it done soon. He wiped sweat from his brow and then took another swing at the log before him.
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William tanner:
5'11
180
well built from hard work
Dark hair and eyes
William is farely easy going, if a bit reserved. It is not easy to know what he is thinking, he is not one to talk too overly much, but can cary on a conversation, he is by no means stupid. He solves problems with care, and is not one to give way to quick decisions, or rash actions.
as always this is a work of fiction
The following is an exerpt from the journal of William Tanner
October 13,
Today marks 2 months since mama died. Its just me and my sister now. Wel technically not my sister, she is I guess what you would call a step sister, or sister through blood. It'll mark 6 months since I turned 22 or I think its been 6 months, in a few days. The last bit of my life has been pretty rough. Mama was too old to be pregnant. Old Dock Wallus said he didn't even know how she got pregnant. I'm damned if I know too. He meant because of her age, But I mean, I thought she had stayed faithful to Michael's memory. Michael was my step father, he died 3 years ago, leaving my sister to live with mama and I. How ever it happened, she was pregnant, which I wasn't thrilled about. I was already workin a farm in the mountains a two days ride from the nearest town, with not for company but my increasingly ill mother anda girl, who I treated like a sister for company. Then last year Mama decided to go visit a cousin half way cross the country. I expect that's where she conceived. Damned if I was gonna ask her. That's the only explanation I can think of. Anyway, that's not the point. I tried to get her to stay in town, with a good friend, but no she said she would stay at home. When the baby came, I rode hard for Dock Wallus, leaving my sister with mama, When I got back with the dock, both Mama and The babe were dead. I never even got to say farewell. Tell her I loved her. She knew it of course, butnow I'm left alone, with no one but her. We were always close, we had no one else to hang around with, especially her after her father died. She had never been real close to mama, I expect she missed her own mother, who I still do not know the fate of. Tis not my place to ask. Well I have to go now, chores to do.
end Exerpt
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Will stood naked to the waist, the sweat trickling between his shoulderblades as his powerful muscles swung the ax through an arc to slam into the piece of wood he was chopping. The nights were growing colder, and more wood than just the normal amount for the stove would be needed. He swung the ax again and again. Chopping was tiring, but it was his duty, he was no stranger to hard work. He had been handling all the outdoor choors save the chickens for years since his father had died. After his mothers death, his sister had taken over the indoor chores. He smiled at that thought, her cooking was finally not tasting like cole dust, and she could almost be called a good cook. She had all of his mother's good recipes of course. His mother could write well and had written all the family recipies down. She had even insisted that Will himself be able to write too, something he never understood, but learned to make her happy. He was now awaiting the call to the noontide meal. Stopping to glance up at the sun he figured she should have it done soon. He wiped sweat from his brow and then took another swing at the log before him.
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William tanner:
5'11
180
well built from hard work
Dark hair and eyes
William is farely easy going, if a bit reserved. It is not easy to know what he is thinking, he is not one to talk too overly much, but can cary on a conversation, he is by no means stupid. He solves problems with care, and is not one to give way to quick decisions, or rash actions.
