Creative Writing: The Night I Drowned
About a week after Howleen’s suicide attempt, Clawd and Clawdeen organized a little investigation to track down TVC. Clawd had intended the investigation to be much like the one for Harmony’s murder, but since the circumstances were different this was either going to be really easy or really difficult. It also didn’t help that not all of the original investigation team could be there. Abbey needed to stay home to care for Icer, Howleen was out for obvious reasons, Valentine could not be reached, and Draculaura was at a family reunion. So, it was just Clawd, Clawdeen, Heath, Jackson and Frankie, though soon Duece offered to tag along.
As the 104th moves on from their real first test of battle, Stash is relieved he made it out of there alive. One thing for sure that this first battle taught him is always to be aware of what is around him. He told himself, just like in training, he can’t take his eye off anything from this point forward. He now knows this is real. There is no going back now.
The man looked onto the battlefield close and far as the dirt landed and slid off his face the sound of bombs were muffled the cries of men were sharp and penetrating he stood over the breech with such comfort while a hundred thousand fear riddled eyes stared from behind he turned his face deep wrickled and rugged filthy his eyes with dark bags underneath from nights with no sleep but the faces he saw were much different men no more than 30 with their whole lives maybe not even 10 minutes ahead of them he's seen it a hundred times before he knew these men were divided they were there together but they were going in it alone with this in mind the man stared back and spoke "At the edge of our hope... At the end of our time... WE CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
The devastation behind the soldier stood on the edge of his mind, but nevertheless was not in his thoughts. The man standing in front of him dominated his thoughts and instigated a war deep within the soldier. The man was plain on all accounts; he was middle-aged, wore glasses, had a receding hairline, but his image was now stained in the soldier’s memory. This man merely wanted to get by, most likely to confirm the death of a loved one, but no matter how many times the soldier thought about it, he would never know exactly why. The only knowledge that burdened the soldier was his duty, and his duty was to keep this man at bay.
Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.
They trudged through the vast land, hopeful of assistance nearby. The sun harshly beat down on the troop without any second thoughts of sympathy. “Keep going! We’re almost there.” exclaimed Ernest Warner reassuringly, the leader of the troop.
That was during the hour that I was the most confused and mixed the real deaths of the soldiers with that of an imaginary private. He died in a story about WWI. Thirty-six years have passed since I stood in that darkness, which was mitigated by an outside light. Tonight, I remember the silence I shared with the dead. I rise and face my life for no other reason than I was young once like those I stood guard over, and for them who died for God knows what, I wish to give back the year 1971 along with the clouds, the rain, and the dampness, soaking my boots.
It was the beginning of World War One. The sun just started to dip behind the horizon. The sky is murky and grey. The clouds are black, surrounding us like symbols of death, reminding us soldiers of our mortality. The war planes whizzing through the sky were flying at rapid speed compared to the clouds that moved at their own pace, that has been given from God and it did not matter what else was happening beneath them.
Signing up to become a soldier It was around the time in the U.S.A for soldiers to start signing up to become men and go into war. This time I was signing up I was young when WW1 was around at least that is over. But now it is the start of a new world war and it is going to be WW2. My friends said they would be here does not look like it.
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All that could be seen was the shadowy, silent, and obscuring abyss which stretched across the ends of the eye. Spherical objects, planets and stars, are the only lights here to stand against it. There, a speck could be seen in the distance, an object that was almost invisible, it was not like the other things out here in this abyss. It hovered near a midnight blue planet that contrasted with multiple smokey white swirls that was contained within. The stars nearby that shone to show the way to the lost, guiding them to wherever they were needed.
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