preview

All Quiet On The Western Front: A Short Story

Decent Essays

Creative Writing

Mud and blood matted his long hair, his unkept beard and the scars gave him a look of menace. A battered breastplate covered grimy chainmail, the dire wolf of house Stark took pride of place on the white surcoat. Mud caked greaves over the same grimy mail protected his legs, tatty old leather boots his feet and a pot helm perched on his head. Despite his appearance, he was an expert at what he did and that was killing. His greatsword stood nearly as tall as him, but he spun it in deadly arcs above his head like it was nothing more than a twig. The muscles in his arm bulged as the sword rose and fell again, men fell as he carved a path forward.

"Push forward, PUSH FORWARD!" He bellowed his voice hoarse from all the smoke. His men tired and sore from being pushed to near breaking scrambled to fill the gap left by their imposing leader. The men sunk gratefully to the ground, with the retreat sounded, their leader had ordered them back to the main encampment for some well earned rest. The leader shrunk to the ground a little way off from his men, …show more content…

The men were unruly and rude and got quite handsy with the barmaids. His wife who could not bear watching the soldiers torment the young barmaids had stabbed one of the more violent men to protect one of the younger girls and she paid the ultimate price. One of the soldiers, a giant brute of a man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her kicking outside where they ran her through with a spear. Driven mad by grief he had left his children with their grandfather with the promise that he would avenge their mother and headed in search for "King in the north" and from there into the bitter battle with his head, heart and

Get Access