The war was over! Benedict and his chums were rejoicing. They hadn't served, of course, they were just bloody pleased that rationing was over. The feasts could start again! The Balls! The gambling and excess that their city was known for! Everyone was drunk in their heady rejoicing. They had drunk, fucked and partook of every enlightening substance and entertaining venue they could that day and night. About midnight one of this friends was approached by a fine looking lass from the nearby brothel
The clock over the Union Station information booth indicated that it was five minutes to eight. The young Marine Corps officer squinted as he looked at the clock to make certain of the time. He couldn’t understand why his heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. Why would the mere anticipation of meeting a woman for dinner affect him like a recon mission behind enemy lines? In just five minutes, he would meet the mysterious woman, who for the past eighteen months had helped him through
for your project.” “But mom, I already know what I’m going to write about the civil war story…” “To be honest “Felicia” You—“ “Ew, mom, stop trying to be hip” I moaned “That’s disrespectful. Seriously I think Alison, your great grandmother, probably lied about the whole story anyway. Alison was trying to get my sisters to stop arguing about dating dark guys. Besides I’ve never heard about the civil war story from any other family members. You should just talk about why you want to keep your last
with flesh underneath, he would later find it to be the scales of her tail. Almost in reaction to his long sought blow suddenly she was gone, stealing back the distance he had so slowly gained up on her he cursed to Ares under his breath, the god of war had led him here, seeking greater conquest so his family might be remembered and the god had him here fighting in the dark? it felt more and more like a tomb and his body seemed unable to keep warm in
happen to him. One day, the tavern bell rang to call all soldiers to come fight in a war. This made Jonathan think that this could be his opportunity to finally become a soldier. When he returned home he told his mother that he was going out to see what the ringing of the tavern bell was for, but he was really going there so he could join the troops. When he arrived, he was recruited by the Corporal to join them in a war against enemy soldiers. Jonathan was given an extremely heavy gun from the
I screamed for hours, it felt like. Gun shots pierced through the air only miles away, yet they sounded as though they were directly beside me. The whole country had become a complete war zone. Though this one isn't the first, I know damn well it isn't the last. How could America come down to this? As I pondered about the situation, I continued to search for my family and friends, or even my worse enemy at this point. Anyone. I sighed, nobody was in my line of sight. I felt hopeless, yet I could
He withdrew his talwar from his scabbard with the shrill grate of metal on metal. Two hooded silhouettes materialized from the terrace. One was holding a recurve bow in his left, and Shahrzad could only watch in desperation, cowering in fear behind the hulking mass of the Rajput, as the figure, Tariq, she recognized, drew the arrow back smoothly. Tariq, who had never missed a single shot since the day she had competed against him in archery and won. Tariq, who had perfect aim, who could take down
read or write–indeed, almost before I could walk or talk…” He remembered having a score comparable to General Lee’s. PBS states ”...he would achieve one of the finest records in Academy history.” There was no time for remembering, because this was war. A blast struck the ground and made the trampled trench dirt explode into a flurry or sediments. He was surrounded by men coming from sea to shining sea from the U.S. The men wore patches that embraced to the Rainbow insignia they all proudly wore
The war was long and catastrophic to the city. Almost everything was destroyed and everyone wiped due to the harsh battles and bombings. In turn the mass bombings created a big enough shock wave to short circuit all electronics in the country. All survivors were left with only one thing. Books. Things are much different now, those who survived have learned to live without electronics and have started relying more on books. The books us outcasts had memorized have been written out and copied numerous
The three different stories will have different information.The first story is about the Submarine Warfare American Revolution Style. Also the second story is going to be about David Bushnell and his American Turtle. Finally the last story will be about the Excerpt from a letter from Ezra Lee to David Humphreys. First, in April, 1775 British General Thomas Gage told his soldiers to destory the American military stores at Concord, Mssachsetts. In the winter of 1776, general Henry Knox arrived