A Short Story : A Story?

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.

“Wake up, Soldier!” shouted a man. The boy awoke with a start, knocking his drum over in the process. He noticed people bustling about all around him while they pulled on boots and helmets.

As he maneuvers through he thinks not only of his fate, but also of how, “it should protect me, and especially as Death himself lies in it too7.” The brave soldier realized death could come at any moment, and it is practically lying right next to him. The young troop has become aware and vulnerable to death, just like the soldiers fighting in Afghanistan and Iran. Because soldiers witness the physical traumas of other man or themselves their lives are never the same at home. The mentally struggling soldiers often rub off on their family, affecting them as a whole.

Lightning tore across the inky expanse of sky, illuminating Rupert’s startled face. Rupert gazed up at black birds flying through the acidic rain, falling like fighter jets, wounded and squawking in the calm darkness of the night. The storm eased and the birds flew away unharmed. Drenched and bedraggled, Rupert shook his head and staggered along the cold sidewalk, his mind swirling like the receding water beneath him. At the intersection ahead, Rupert spotted the silhouette of an enemy soldier resting against a lamppost, a bayonet clasped in his hand. The old man bounded towards the figure and pinned the enemy soldier against the lamppost. Rupert locked eyes with the figure. To his shock, Rupert was gazing into the eyes of a teenage boy who now shook with fear under

Tomorrow when the war began: Monologue Rationale Good morning/afternoon everyone. Today, my monologue will consist of a scene from tomorrow when the war began. I will be taking on the perspective of Mr Clement, who is a dentist in the town of Wirrawee. He wakes up in the hospital one day and remembers everything that has happened.

“Where were you, soldier?” demands Sergeant Emerson as he raises his rifle. The man’s brown eyes widen with fear, while he searches the soldiers’ faces for someone he knows. Everyone remains rigid, but out of the corner of my eye I notice a

Next to the door he swiftly raised his gun and opened the door in one swift action, checking the coast was clear in the next room along.

SLURP! I drink what must be my 15th drink of the night. I’m trying to drink away my thoughts. Did I actually see MoSean murder Andy, or was that just a figment of my imagination? I think to myself as I gulp down the rest of my wine, I think I’m just too drunk. There is NO way that innocent little MoSean killed Andy. I suddenly drop to the floor, my head pounding. “I think it’s time for me to call it a night and retreat to my quarters. CREAK! I enter my room and close the door, which in return screams another CREAK! As I fall like a corpse onto my bed, I think to myself, I have got to get something done about that door. It’s death to my ears.

The room looked sterile and the middle part of the room is surrounded by thick glass that separated it from the rest of the room. The darkness of the room, covered whatever it was beyond the thick glass. The room definitely gave a serious and dangerous feel to those who were in it. Everyone looked at us. I looked at the team of fleshies who immediately saluted me as a superior officer. I saluted back. "At ease gentlemen," I commanded, making the soldiers sit down in unison. I looked at Parker and waited for him to start his briefing.

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. The first soldier pulled the trigger on his

Tears now streamed down my face as I thought of my family, but my voice remained strong and powerful. There was one soldier left. He was curled up against a wall and looked amazingly young. Only 18. Poor sod. I thought to myself. His once green eyes were now bloodshot and bulging. He didn't want to die, not today.

The man’s insane eyes stare us down from the crack of the door. I can detect his wrinkles turning up, showing that he is smiling at us. My brother and I lay limp on the floor; pretending that we are weak. My stomach churns as I consider about what they are going to do now. The metal door slams open and a sea of white suited soldiers come at us. Each of the soldiers forcefully yanks us up and locks our hands behind our back. My mind snapped and in an instant, I turned around and tackled the soldier holding my hands. I aimed for his neck, and bit down as vigorously as I could. I felt his blood enter me; it tasted sweet and it energize me. I bite down more harder, until I heard the cracking of his cervical. He lets out a sharp, piercing

Suddenly he jumped up, tears continuing to roll down his cheeks when another dead body had came walking down the hallway. This time was his friend.

I turned to James who was the man who helped me survive this treacherous place as he was a server whenever we had food. We stood there looking at each other until the soldiers told us to move. We marched with guns pointed at our backs you could hear the buzz of the electric fences that stopped us from escaping this perilous place that I have known as home for such a long time. BANG. The sound of a gunshot made my ears ring. I couldn't tell what happened until we were told to continue and I stood over the body of a man who tried to escape reality.