I’m writing my character’s point of view of an event that Kyle Masala is responsible and known for. While he was a bartender, legend says he ended bar fight by shooting the hats off of both of their heads. Luke, drifting from town to town, was lucky enough witness this unfold from the corner of the bar.

Luke pushed the saloon doors, and his eyes began adjusting to the dingy room before him. He had heard the sound from down the street, but it felt amplified within closed doors. Walking towards the bar, he glanced at the bartender. A young man, mid 20s, yet Luke could tell he was hardened by pain. He asked for a whiskey, which was speedily delivered. He thanked the bartender, and retreated to a corner table, hoping to find some solace in this uproarious environment.

Luke quickly turned to his thoughts, building a wall within his mind to block out all the noise. It had been ten years already, but the memories, the sounds, still endured. He often found himself brooding about the past, especially during the spring. His life had so much more potential back then; as usual, regrets, and dreams, flooded back in. Luke’s journey towards sorrow had nearly reached the brink, when an earsplitting sound of broken glass pulled him back to reality.

He looked around, and saw a gruff man, about 40, on the ground. A young man, with an even younger face, stood above him.

“John, you sonnuva bitch, I told you I’d come back fer you! Should have left when you had the chance!” the young kid screamed.

The old man didn’t say a word. He stumbled back up, and quickly pulled out a revolver. The boy, quick on his hands, responded in turn. A standoff ensued, neither man moving a muscle. Luke noticed the bartender over to the side; he quit polishing a glass, dropping it on the bar, and let out a sigh. With lightning speed, he unracked a Winchester 1873 from under the counter, and fire two shots. The men remained standing, but their hats, that was a different story: the bullets had thrown them to the floor.

“I’ve had ENOUGH! Take your fight out of my bar, and out of my town!” hollered the bartender.

The men complied. The silence brought about by the scuffle turned into cheers, and the bartender went back to polishing glasses, as if nothing had happened. Luke’s habitual descent to darkness was prevented, tonight at least. He paid for his drink, with a hefty tip to the bartender, and pushed open the saloon doors, and walked into the night.

Dear Maybelline,

The first thing I would say to you is, don’t listen to daddy. He will tell you many lies and lead you to believe that he will pay for everything. Which he will, but then control everything that posses you. Keep going in your horse competition, because you’re gonna go so far. And you’re gonna love it, you are gonna love the future and you’re gonna have a great husband – one who loves you really well. You’re gonna have amazing kids, who love you and give you a million hugs. So while the future is hard, it will be worth it for the family you have.

*I enjoyed this assignment, but I do wish that I had done it for myself and not my western character. It was 2 and a half stars, and with that completes my ten stars of assignment banks.

Well Yee-Haw, Western Belle here. Ive been dreaming about my dream vacation. If i could pick any place to go to I would choose Texas. I heard its really dry there and lots of cactuses. Heard there are lots of rodeos! Thats my kind of place, if I had to pick someone to go with I would choose Andy the bank robber. I would take him because that way he can show me the wild life. Stealing, and robbing banks. Dog-gone I can’t wait.

*For this writing assignment bank we had to create our dream vacation but also incorporate two characters. I went on the characters page and picked a random one to incorporate it to my story. The bank was a little boring, but also very vague so very easy. It is rated 3 and a half stars. I think it depends on how in depth you go- how many stars it should gain.