Dancing with the Graceful One

There she stood, The Graceful One, more beautiful than anything or anyone. Her perfect face and pale green skin shone bright in the moonlight. Her plain white dress with with long flowing sleeves and the flower halo atop her head made her look like she walked out of a painting. Maybe she did. The stars from above seemed to smile down on her as she looked on into the distance passed me. Her neck was long and her long arms and legs stood still as if waiting. Her face beamed with a gorgious grin that stretched from one pointy ear to the other. I couldn't help but smile back even though she never looked my way.
Then it started to happen like it always did: She began to dance. She swayed back and forth, then her hands with her long delicate fingers went up with the music of the night. She danced on her toes across the meadow, spinning and swirling. The silk skirt of her dress seemed to flow perfectly behind her wherever she went. I just watched in awe and wonder of her grace and splendor. Her bare feet glowed in the green grass as she moved this way and that. All her steps were perfect. Everything was perfect.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me for the first time. She held out her hand and I just stared at it. She never noticed me before and now her gleaming smile was looking straight at me. She was perfect and I was far from it, still covered in dirt from a long day of work. But without thinking I took her hand. It was soft and cold.
Before I knew what was happening, I was spinning and dancing. I stared into her bright purple eyes which glowed like the stars above. We danced through the meadows and hills and we spn around and around without getting dizzy. I felt like I was flying and soring through the stars with an angel. I had never danced before in my life and I was wearing my old work boots. How was I not falling or stepping on my own feet?
We swayed from side to side and danced freely through the field, the night's music following us whereever we went. We started to slow down and just sway. The music seemed to grow softer. She put her delicate head on my chest and I felt like I had everything in the world. She stopped peacefully and looked up into my eyes. She hugged me tight and I wanted to kiss her. She went up on her toes so she was as tall as me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. Then she walked out of my arms. I didn't want her to leave and I didn't want it to end but I knew it had to. She turned and walked away swiftly, looking back only once before she vanished.
I never saw her again after that night but I will always remember that beautiful time when I danced with The Graceful One.

The Diamond Necklace

~Kindle Joy Miller

It had been a long day at school and I was excited to get home. I climbed into the school bus and made my way to the back where I usually sat. To my surprise I found on my seat a beautiful diamond necklace shining in the light from the window. I looked around and most of the other kids were listening to their iPods, reading books or whispering to the person next to them. I quickly grabbed the necklace and put it in my pocket then sat down.

When I got to my house, I raced to my room, closed the door and pulled out the necklace. I set it carefully on my desk and threw my backpack on my bed. I sat down at my desk and just stared at the necklace. It was beautiful. I wonder who it belongs to, I thought, maybe it's made out of real diamonds!

"Mike!" I heard my mom call, "it's time for dinner!" I glanced one last time at the necklace then got up. "I'm coming!" I shouted and hurried to the dining room. I ate hastily so I could get back to my room and the necklace. As soon as I finished I got up to run back to my room. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Mike?" asked my mom. "Um... homework," I said. "Don't forget it's your day to do the dishes." I sighed and turned to my dad. "I was just in the middle of something for school," I lied, "Can't I do the dishes later?"

"I guess," my dad said, "but you better get them done before bed." My mom gave my dad a disaproving look but I was already on my way out of the room. I ran to my bedroom quickly  and shut the door behind me. Then I looked at the desk and gasped. It was gone. The necklace was gone.

Who am I?

~Kindle Joy Miller

I was born in a small town by the coast of Celissia. I lived in an ordinary village and I had ordinary parents, so why was I not ordinary? Why was I different? I sat by myself on the beach and pondered this.

I could feel things, things I didn't undersand. I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth and the brown eyes sees much, much more. I see things that are a part of me somehow. I don't just see them though I feel them, I experience them. My dreams are somehow real. I don't just have them at night anymore, I have them anytime of the day. I just know that whatever I see is really happening somewhere. Besides that, nobody can lie to me because my green eye sees through them. I can tell when anyone lies. My name is Atorie and I think I might be a seer.

I look up at the sky and see faces of people I never met but they are somehow familliar to me. I feel somehow connected to them. I know my ordinary parents are my real parents because I would know if they weren't. But why am I different? What is so special about me that I recieved these unwanted gifts? I slowly got up from where I sat in the sand and picked up a long stick."I'm so confused," I wrote in the sand and sighed.

"Why are you confused?" I heard a small voice say and turned to see a small boy looking up at me. I quickly erased what I had written. "It's nothing," I said, "just nothing." I smiled at the boy and started to walk away but on the inside I was thinking, who am I?

The Protector

~Kindle Joy Miller

She was beautiful but hopeless. She didn't know that she was one of the most important people in the world. I can't tell her or comfort her, I just watch her and protect her. That is my job and that is what I must do. How can she live like this and not know who she is? 

Brenna walked down the street not suspecting anything but I saw the sniper and I knew why he was there. I have saved her so many times I've lost count and she doesn't even know I exist. Maybe that's how it should be. I've killed people for her and she goes on with her hopeless life not knowing how much she means to so many people. 

I quickly ran and climbed up the  side of the nearest building so I would have a better view of the vulture and where he was targeting. Many men have died at this job and I would gladly give up my life too if it was meant to protect Brenna. I was told that I was the fifteenth Protecter. I pray that I won't be the last.

I reach the top of the building and look over to where I saw the sniper and he is aiming right at me. I pull out my gun as fast as possible and shoot but it was too late. He hit me in the leg and I fell back on to the cement roof. The pain rushed through my body and the questions rushed through my head. Who was that sniper? Is he after Brenna now or was he just after me? If he was after me, why did he hit me in the leg? He was a sniper! Was it a warning shot?

As all these questions were going through my head I pulled out my cell and hit the speed dial. "Yes?" answered a woman's voice. I quickly said everything I knew, "I need back up. Brenna might be in trouble. I've been hit. Track me here and find Brenna." 

"Don't move! We're on our way!" I wasn't going anywhere, I thought. I sat trying to see where the sniper had gone. He seemed to have disappeared. I had to save Brenna, I thought. I tried to stand slowly but my leg was in too much pain. I had to save her. She needed help and she needed hope but there was nothing I could do. "Please, God, help her," I said aloud and waited.

Preview: Upcoming YouTube Series Scene

The following is a fragment from a screenplay for the first season of an upcoming Youtube series I'm starting this summer. this YouTube project will be airing beginning of the summer. This scene was rewritten in this format with the intent of being a teaser. some information within this preview is subject to change:Copyright of Silent Witness Group

-Brandon James Scott Scholl



Ethan looked out of the window of his apartment. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them? If they did know what was right around the corner, there’d be mass panic,” He muttered to himself.


“If I may intrude sir,” The butler announced, breaking Ethan’s thoughts. “I believe you wanted to see me.”


“I didn’t call for you Brody. I would prefer to be left alone.”


“On the contrary, Mr. Stuart. It was in fact the comment about how you believe that you are the sole reason why this city still exists that summoned me. You see, I have a keen sense of when someone starts to become too prideful in who and what they are. So, after hearing your remarks, I came as soon as I could.”

Ethan sighed and continued to look out the window. He took a sip of the glass of Brandy that was in his hand. It was as if Brody felt he needed to lecture and make accusations such as he being too prideful. It was typical for him to be so judgmental.

“You do know that I’m the one that signs your paychecks, right? If I wanted to, I could simply fire you and never have to hear you speak so disrespectful again.” Ethan turned around and faced Brody, watching his face for a response along the lines of either fear or instant reverence. Instead, the well dressed butler continued to have a blank expression on his face.

“Master Stuart, if it were out of line for me to say such things, I wouldn’t have said them in the first place. However, I believe it was more than necessary to tell you the truth. And as for your claims of writing my paycheck sir, you are incorrect. When your father died, he set a fund specifically to pay me after he passed and his wishes in the will asked that I continue to work for this family as my job already had entailed. Therefore, I believe I’m not only safe from being fired from my current position, but it would even be disrespectful to the wishes of your father now that he has passed.”

The butler had done it again. He had not only irritated Ethan further, but he also spoke the truth. His father’s will asked specifically that Mr. Brody continue to take care of the family in any and all capacities. That also meant that it would be disrespectful to ignore his father’s will and terminate him. But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Is something troubling you Mr. Stuart,” Brody asked.

Ethan shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ethan, I don’t mean to irritate you or upset you any further than you already seem to be. But when something is on my mind, it’s easier for me to come to grips with what it is and deal with it when I’ve shared it with someone else. For me, I usually share it with my brother or sister.”

“Well, fortunately for me, I don’t have any brothers or sisters or even parents for that matter. So, I think I’m
 out of luck there.”

“On the contrary sir, you have an irritating butler.”

Ethan smiled for a second, then went back to frustration. Brody came over and sat down on the bed next to Ethan.


“How did my father do it? I mean, leaving double lives and still maintaining a sense of sanity?”


Brody raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps you misunderstand what sanity is. Your father worked very hard, even before he met your mother, on finding a balance to this lifestyle. I know that even I would have had a very difficult time with what it is he did and you do now.”

Ethan looked at the open wardrobe where his suit and equipment sat. On one side there was his business suit. He was a favored accountant during the day. His name was Ethan Stuart and he not only enjoyed what he did, but he also made a fair amount of money doing it. On the other side, however, was his Black T-shirt, vest, and sidearm. He was Jason James Johnson when he put that on. He was a freelance spy and assassin for an organization called Phoenix. It was a lifestyle that he enjoyed just as much as he did when he was Ethan Stuart. But, it was so difficult to be two people. His father had been doing this long before he was born. He had started training Ethan from the young age of 7. Nothing serious, but the basics and building blocks that led up to more difficult tasks and training required to become an agent for Phoenix.

“If you were in my shoes, Brody, what would you do to try and get some balance,” Ethan asked.

Brody thought for a moment, then smiled. “Well, I would first start by getting a good night’s rest. Then, I would insist that my butler would make me a good breakfast that would allow me to take on my day right.”
Ethan smiled. “Good point.”


Mr. Brody got up from the bed and walked over to the door.
“Brody…”
Brody turned around and looked at Ethan.

“Thank you, for everything. And I’m sorry.”

It was Brody’s turn to smile. “Honestly Sir, I’d rather you take your frustration out on me than someone who can’t defend themselves against you. It might do some good to remember that.”


Ethan nodded. “Good night sir,” Brody said as he left the bedroom.

Ethan looked back out the window at the city around him. He needed to get some balance in this. If he didn’t soon, then this whole cover wouldn’t do much good and he’d be an easy target for every assassin that Ulrich could get his hands on. If his father was able to do it and his grandfather was able to do it, then so could he. Even if they weren’t around to see him succeed, he’d do it for Seth’s sake.

At Heaven's Gates

~Kindle Joy Miller

I slowly walked toward the golden city and I was in awe of its brilliance and splendor. I thought I must be in a dream but it was no dream. This shining city before me was the real thing. It glittered and sparkled in the bright light that was around it. I could never have dreamed up such a magnificent sight. I walked up to the pearly gate in front of me. “Amazing isn’t it?” I looked over and there was a man sitting at a small desk by the gate. I walked over to him. “There are no words to describe it,” I said. “It’s even more brilliant on the inside,” said the man, “Why do you deserve to enter?”

My mind wandered to my terrible past and the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I had done horrible things in my life and there was no way to justify what I did. I murdered my innocent babies, I abandoned my husband, I tried to commit suicide several times, I stole what I couldn’t afford, and I was addicted to everything I shouldn’t have been addicted to: Drugs, Alcohol, Sex, and Tobacco. I fell to the ground. I couldn’t deserve this. Could anyone deserve this? I wept; the pain was too much to bear.

Then the gates opened and a glorious light shone through. I was blinded for only a minute and then I saw Him. I recognized him right away. I stood up quickly and dusted myself off then I ran into Jesus’ arms and wept on his shoulder. Jesus nodded to the man and he wrote down my name. “My sister,” Jesus whispered in my ear, “You are safe.” Those words echoed in my head and I felt huge burden come off my shoulders. I felt a peace that I had never felt before. I didn’t feel the uneasiness when I aborted my first child or the terror when I found out the guy I was with had seven other girls that he visited regularly or the loneliness when I left the only man whoever loved me or the fear when I woke up from a party not knowing where I was. I was really at peace for the first time in my life.

I remembered back to that day when I met Jesus. I was ten years old when I went to that Vacation Bible School to get away from the abuse I suffered at home. I would run away for several days at a time and my parents never worried about me. They knew I would come back eventually so they could yell at me and beat me. At Vacation Bible School I learned that I was free because Jesus died for me. They asked if anyone wanted to know Jesus and I did. I wanted him to make me free from my parents’ abuse. I never went home after that and I never saw my parents since and the only abuse I suffered after that was my own stupid choice that caused it. I was free from abuse because of Jesus. I only saw Him a few times after that. My husband was a church goer so I went with him but I never got much out of it. He didn’t want children so when I got pregnant I was afraid he would leave me so I had an abortion. I was so insecure. A month later I told him about it and he got mad saying I was a murderer. That is when I ran away again. I started to cry just thinking about it but I looked up into Jesus’ eyes and he smiled. His smile was so comforting and I knew everything was going to be alright from now on.

“There are some people who want to meet you,” Jesus said. I looked up and three little kids walked out the gate. An eight year old boy, six year old girl, and three year old girl. I knew exactly who they were. A tear trickled down my face and I ran up to hug them. They were the babies I had aborted. “I love you,” I whispered to them, “I always have.”

“We know, Mommy,” said the middle girl with a grin, “Jesus told us all about you.” I couldn’t help but smile at her joyful proclamation. This is my little girl, I thought.

“Let’s go show your mom the city,” said Jesus as He lifted the three year old onto his shoulders. I held the hands of my two little kids as I walked through the gates of Heaven. I was finally truly happy and there was nothing that would make me upset again.

Jim's Carrots

Just something random I had to write for school
~Kindle Joy Miller

Once there was a little bunny named Jim. He woke up to discover that he was completely out of carrots. Jim loved carrots so much he didn’t know what he’d do without them. Jim hurried to the grocery store to buy some more delicious carrots. When he got to the grocery store he grabbed a cart and hopped quickly to the carrot stand. There, he filled his cart with all the carrots from the stand. Jim was in such a hurry to get home and eat his scrumptious carrots that he hopped as fast as he could to the cash register. But when he got there the line was super long and he didn’t want to wait an hour to eat his carrots so he decided to cut in line. They don’t need their groceries as much as I need mine, he thought. So Jim took a huge hop and hopped over all the other animals in line. He looked up and the cashier was a large badger who didn’t look very happy. “What are you doing?” demanded the badger.”I am in such a hurry,” said Jim, “I must get home so I can eat these carrots!”

“You cannot cut in line in my store,” said the badger, “This blue jay you cut is really in a hurry. She must get back to her babies with her worms so they don’t starve. Now go back to the end of the line and wait. These animals have been waiting a long time and some of them are really in a hurry.”

Jim was shocked he didn’t realize this was the owner of the store and he didn’t know the bird behind him had babies to feed. He felt really bad about cutting in line. Jim promised to never cut in line again and hopped back to the end of the line. When he got home the carrots were even more delicious because he waited longer to have them.