Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

Henry and I, walked swiftly to the middle of the camp. I read his mind and could hear that he didn’t want to be late, just in case they punished boys for being late. Henry and I, stood side by side and waited for other boys to show up. Within five minutes, the entire field was completely full.
About one hundred men equipped with electronic guns and dressed in black equipment marched around rows of boys. They looked at everyone as if they were consuming our souls. When they were finished, they all left. But five remained.
Five men pulled five boys out of the rows and told him to stand in front of everyone.
The men screamed out loudly, “This will happen if you don’t abide by our rules.”
There voices combined sounded like hell, so I covered

Dust from the ground covered the ear, and I heard screams from every direction.
When the men and black were surrounded, they each pulled out an object which looked like a walkie talkie and spoke to it.
“HELP! HELP! THEY’RE OUT OF CONTROL, HELP IS NEEDED IMMEDIATELY,” they practically screamed.
Suddenly from all directions, men in black came running towards the havoc and began to shoot their electronic guns at everyone.
Everybody scattered like roaches.
I looked around for Henry, but I couldn’t find him, so I ran to my tent as fast as I could.
When I got there, Henry was lying down on his bed and I noticed a lot of reddish liquid pouring out of his chest. I ran to him and turned his body to the sky and he screamed.
“I’m sorry, but I have to help you, I can’t do this alone,” I said.
“Yes...you can. It’s in your blood,” he said softly while grinning.
Within minutes he was gone.
I kneeled at his bed crying. I looked up towards the sky and

Instantly it was if I became Incredible Hulk, my mind could pick up voices from everywhere, and somehow I could see several maps on how to escape camp. I knew exactly what I was to do next.
“I have to,” I whispered to myself. Henry’s body stilled laid lifeless on his bed, I wouldn’t dare tell the men in black. They might suspect that I was one of the boys who was resisting during the havoc. So I stood up and exited my tent in search for individuals who seeked freedom. After walking about a mile around the camp, I noticed two boys sitting near their tent crying. I walked up to them and said, “Hey, you wouldn’t believe this, but I have maps implanted in my eyesight. I think I can get you guys out of here if you're up for it.”
For them to have the appearance of laughing, they sure built a huge a huge smile on her face and began to laugh.
I looked at them with a serious face, “I’m serious, my mother had these powers. I just prayed to God in my room and he gave them to me,” I said.
They stopped laughing and stood up.
“If you say our God has granted you with these powers, I’m in,” one boy said.
“Me too,” the other boy