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@BethyBoo There were five altogether. Four were forged and melted by war. One was at peace. But this story isn't about the nice one. This story is about the one that won the war.
Chapter 5: Ragz's Past Tense "You know Jasmine I once had a family too but now they live within the clouds beyond the gates of heaven and I will tell you how it occurred.
"To the right!" I roll to the left and fall into the trench, the ground shaking me into the muddy bogs at the bottom. I get up, wearily, my gun hand reaching for the trigger. I shoot.
It's been 200 days. 200 days since I last saw my parents; 200 days since the rebellion began. I can't believe I started this.
I've been working on this one for a while and was recently able to finish it thanks to some inspiration from #Blueblotts (#EndofDays).
Chapter 1 ~Katrina~ We were young. We were stupid. And it destroyed us. It was a warm, warm summer, around seventeen years ago now. The warm weather had been muggy, like breathing in treacle.
The cry for blood and war rand out, They called for men so strong. I knew my father's leg was weak, To make him fight was wrong.
A captain was fighting against the enemy, with his team, on the border. Suddenly a soldier arrived hurrily to tell - " Sir there is a bad news...
The sluggish air holds the stench of death on its misty tongue. I limp past the rubble of the destroyed shops that once lined this street.
Can you do it. Can you really look me in the eyes and say those words, the ones that would break me. Can you, my closest friend, do that to me.
This is just a quick one I wrote.We had to do a short story about a person feeling emotions and there was a Vietnam one someone did so I decided to do my own on that idea.Enjoy.
The day had finally come. To decide who lost and won. She had fought on with only her gun. Her powers had faded. After the soldiers raided. And threw bombs that degraded. She got out alive.
You know, there's a legend about an old grove in the woods; they call it the Secret Grove. Not because it's a secret, because everyone in the kingdom knows of its existence.
'James' cried out Delilah, flying into his arms. He looked exhausted, he was covered in a thin layer of dust and had a cut above his eyebrow and his arm in a sling.
I woke up in in a white room, that smelt of disinfectant. A woman in a light blue uniform was writing something on a clipboard, and I had a tube coming out of my hand.
" Eriin, you there . " Muur whispered and waited for a reply. " about time you showed up. " Errin growled playfully.
June 6th 1944 D-Day The boat shaked as it stormed through the dark water.The men inside where ready for battle.They would be the first wave of troops on the offensive to take normandy.The fog...