The earth beneath their feet had long since morphed into oozing, black mud that sucked at their feet and legs. The pounding of artillery shells, the booming of massive guns, the sharp crack of rifles, and the smell of gunpowder were without pause. Blood-splattered bodies were sprawled on the trenches. The screams of agony and the earth-shattering crashes of shells would be enough to drive even the most stalwart to insanity.…
There was low-toned talk among the troops. The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting through the forest, were sullen. In the youth's company once a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.…
“Wait… I was under the impression that all infected areas been quarantined at this point,” Governor Lewis proclaimed. Everyone at the table kept their mouths shut, as they felt an intensity that would soon escalate into power struggle steadily increasing. “Governor!” Hanes said, sternly as he raised his voice back at Lewis while pounding his fist on the conference table. “This sickness has covered two major cities, several states, scores of counties, and a myriad of townships and municipalities throughout the northeastern corridor in less than a week.…
Bullets whizzed overhead hell-bent on hitting their targets. James pressed himself against the mud wall of the trench, as if by doing so it would take him away from the corner of hell that his old naive self had willingly entered. Allied planes tore through the open sky with kamikazes right on their tails. Gaping holes left in the ground by heavy artillery were full with stagnant water and the rotting corpses of dead soldiers, their weapons bent and rusted displaying a haunting past that time wouldn't forget.…
It was a night like most others in the abandoned ghost town. All I saw was darkness and shadows creeping around every corner. I heard the howls of coyotes and the hooting of owls through the midnight air. The whistling wind rang the rusty, wind chimes dangling from the old run-downed mansion. The sign above read “Muddy Creek Manor”.…
Miles beyond from the village, regions away. A fierce battle rages between two great armies uder the light of dawn. For many years has this quarrel faced a stalemate, in the end, the casualties are always immense, lives are are lost, and souls are left roaming the land of their demise. The lord of the kingdom Kordan.…
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK 1942 Steve sat quietly, hands tucked in his lap in the poorly-lit theater. For about 20 minutes, the white sheet had broadcasted war propaganda: little boys pulling dirty red wagons missing wheels, collecting scraps of metal for the war effort, soldiers hiding in ditches, clutching helmets to their heads and rifles to their chests, the sound of bombs exploding and tanks firing seemingly unnecessarily loud in Steve’s ears. A booming voice described the terrors soldiers faced in the battlefield, and it was so graphic and in so much detail that Steve felt he was there to fight with them. He almost forgot what he went there to see in the first place. Steve was mesmerized by the scene, like the way unwanted tears swell up in…
. Walking in leading the two reindeer Pete said. “Here we are now what?” “These boots go on the hoof of Comet,”…
My dear mother, Just a few lines to tell you of my current state. I am in the hospital, but no need to worry. I am recovering from a minor injury. I may not be returning home anytime soon. The weather here is rather rainy.…
Dear cousin Maeve, (History and Geography) I heard the news about the Lusitania and how it sank on the seventh of May, and I know it happened near the other side of Ireland, how are the people reacting back home in Mayo? Also, how is Aunt Kathy? I, on the other hand, am not doing as well. I have news that makes me feel sick every time I think about it.…
I only watched helplessly as the turquoise vase wobbled off of its shelf, seemingly falling in slow motion until it hit the cold stone, erupting in a firework of glass. He swiveled his head around, eyes widened, pale face, and trembling hands. My hands automatically went up to clasp my mouth, muffling a scream that never came out. He looked at me, and I looked at him. I looked at him, and he looked at me.…
It was October 5th, 1945. The war had just begun. Dust was flying all over the area, making it hard to see for the soldiers. Bombs were flying, no one knew where to go, everyone yelling, stay down, stay under cover. Soldiers losing their friends hoping to get out alive with loved ones worrying at home.…
The Protest Adrian was your stereotypical high school student, he was a star football player, he had great grades, everything about him was typical. Except for his family. His family had been messed up for the last four years. Things have gotten better but never back to normal. Four years ago, Adrian's brother Max was walking home from his football practice, this was a normal afternoon for him but everything was about to change.…
I have finally returned to Ithaca. As of now, nobody recognizes me and all they see me as is a beggar. Since people do not know who I am, I start talking to them to see if each some are trustworthy/loyal or not. Escorted by Eumaeus, I run into a dog, laying on a pile of cow manure, infested with lice. I soon realized that it was my dog, Argos.…
The air was crisp and cool. The sky was a deep shade of purple that signaled night was setting in the sky. There was no illumination of this land other than the shimmering moon and the warm, eerie glow from the apartment buildings scattered among the fields. In the fields themselves, insects buzzed and chirped, hidden deep within the underbrush. In the soil, prairie dogs scrambled fervently, navigating their tunnels in search of a nighttime meal.…