|Not my most popular, but still one of my favorites.|
To Tame the Wild: Author's Note With the exception to the Assassin’s Creed franchise, no other video game has touched me so deeply and made me more influenced by than Red Dead Redemption. The first time I played through it, I was amazed by the vast amount of detail that Rockstar Games had put into the game; the attention to detail in the look and feel of the spirit of the Old West, the life-like behavior, look, and gaits of the horses, the story, the raw, believable characters, and the heartbreaking but morally-driven ending gripped me so deeply. When I got to the end, when I watched John get massacred by a storm of bullets, I was in absolute shock and in tears. So when the true ending came, and the story switched to Jack three years later, I lurched forward for the chance to sate my insatiable thirst for revenge. And this is where my fan fiction began to bloom in my mind. Jack Marston, in the game, is merely a means to exact revenge and fix any loose ends. I was actually frusTo Tame the Wild: Author's Note by Scribblezrox
To Tame the Wild, Part 40: Happy Trails By the time it took Maddie and Jack to react, it was already too late. Maddie stumbled off to the side, her face stinging from the backhanded slap she’d received from her father, and before she could stop him, he aimed at Jack and fired his revolver.To Tame the Wild, Part 40: Happy Trails by Scribblezrox
Jack cried out in terror and pain, doubled over, and clutched at his gunshot wound out of impulsive reaction. Still, it wasn’t enough to completely distract him from the oncoming assault from Phillip as the older man stepped closer to him, cackling with triumph, and pulled the hammer of his revolver back with his thumb, loading a second bullet into the chamber.
Maddie shrieked and charged forward, her right fist swinging. Before Phillip could pull the trigger again, her fist collided with the left side of his face, and the old man spun half-way around as he fell down heavily on the ground at Jack’s feet, his gun falling uselessly down beside him.
|When it comes to art, I mostly focus on writing and photography, but I do have a little experience in painting and drawing. I've been taking photographs for about six years, but I made it into a more serious hobby about four years ago when I bought my first camera. I've been drawing and painting off and on for about seven years, but I've never gotten particularly serious about either. Finally, I've been writing for over a decade, and have gotten quite adept at it. I've lived in the Western United States all my life, and the farthest east I've ever been is Nebraska (Western Nebraska, to be exact...). I'm open to taking photo requests, so if you want a photo taken anywhere in the Western United States, feel free to contact me and I'll see what I can do!|