Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

We all sleep and rest and eat in the trenches, but it’s not paradise. One night, the sound of loud booms woke us up. We were being attacked by some very dangerous artillery. We could feel every boom and every crack in the dirt above us. Many soldiers were not prepared for this and got sick. The attack come out of nowhere and frightened all of us.

Swords crashed against shields like a field of doors slamming shut in the wind. Arrows whistled through the air; a murder of tiny crows swarming above us vulnerable soldiers. The grunts of men impaled by hafts and sliced open by steel join the cacophony of a battle raging into dusk. Wet warmness would splash across me in response to the dying cries of my comrades as one after another of those we battle would push our shields apart and break the line. The ground was wet and sloppy, dried earth had been turned to slush by a rain that did not fall from the sky. The ground was rendered difficult to manoeuvre through, encumbered by the lifeless figures of soldiers now without the allegiance that lead them to a face in the dirt.

Bullets whizzed over their heads, spat out from the german machine gun.James sat crouched with his back pressed against the sludgy wall of the trench.The clouds covered the sky like a dark blanket, not a single sunray to be seen.James forcefully ripped a grenade off the coughing corpse next to him, he pitied the poor soul choking on gas, noticing the crimson puddle his head was surrounded by. He cocked the hammer of his revolver, took aim and abolished his misery He threw explosive holding on to the ring. A few moments passed and silence filled the air.

I am glad to say to you I have received your letter, mother is fine, she still doesn’t know that you’re in the Great War. I am sorry to hear about that solder that was next to you and I only hope that he has a proper burial as I heard about the mass graves. The imagery that follows that sentence is not pretty. The “Spanish Flu” seems to be getting hold of everyone around here, its nearing 500 cases here, let’s hope you boys won’t contract it over there. Are you learning any French? Can you speak to any yet? I would love to learn some from you when you get home from the war. If you need anything

I Kaylin Otis, made it through the winter at valley forge. It was a harsh winter, most of us had a feeling we weren’t going to survive. A lot of our men have passed away because it was a little ice age. We didn’t have many supplies to support all of us. George washington our general tried and tried to distract us from the misery, but nothing really seemed to work. I tried writing back to my family, but my hands were purple and hard to move. Constantly shivering. I have never been so cold in my entire life. I remember praying several times a day, hoping i would get through this, and i will make it home to my family safely. I was so sad at a time like this, but Marquis De Lafayette keeping everyone’s spirits high. He was one of the richest

There was a Giraffe named Harambe and it had a little bit of gorilla in it but he did not know that yet so Harambe was living a normal life of a Giraffe just like all of them. So one-day Harambe was walking through the thick forest it was as green as money and harambe were looking for some good leaves to eat. he was not paying attention and wandered into gorilla territory and they went wild then this gorilla came out of nowhere and she looked familiar but she ran away Harambe decided to follow her when he caught up with her she was super shy and Harambe said: “You look familiar.” “Do I know you.” surprisingly she said “Yes.” I do not know where from but she knew me and out of nowhere she said: “I am your mother.” I was so shocked I ran all

My first days were not so bad, but when my friends and the dead were starting to pile up, I started to ask myself, in the end, is it worth it? So many of my friends that had enlisted died and with the constant artillery fire and bullets firing everywhere, the feeling of death is always near. I live in long trenches of the western front, life in the trenches are cold and horrible but better with your fellow soldiers. The conditions are inevitably muddy and dirty, but it sometimes reminds me of the times on our farm playing with the pigs. Sometimes, I hear and see rats scurry through the trenches, and believe that the trenches will always remain the same: dirty, damp, and unsanitary. In these kinds of conditions, problems occurs, such as “Trench feet” where a soldier’s foot is exposed to damp and dirty conditions in trenches for too long. I have seen too many soldiers that suffered to “Trench feet” and had their toes amputated. It’s a good thing that I always change socks and kept them dry! The land over the trenches, you can see all the massive bomb holes, the bodies of those decreased, and the destruction of war. The land used to be green fields and places that people used to live in. Soon eventually, even I will go “over the top” along with other soldiers in a big plan s and be brave like the dead men in No Man’s Land. Deep down, I feel like I’m just a little boy with a rifle, I’m scared, homesick, and not yet ready to die. Goodbye for now, I will try to write often, maybe next week if I am lucky enough to have another opportunity. I hope this letter reaches you as quickly as

Saif immediately examined his surroundings, but there was no sign of anyone other than the two of them. He was sure that scream came from here. There was only one set of the fresh footprint that trailed from a locked back door to the middle of the alleyway. There was no sign of person leaving the alleyway or returning back to the door.

I appreciate all that you have sent for me out here, from the magazines to the homemade cookies. Especially the cookies, although I do wish they were fresh out of the oven back home. I long for the days I came home to the savory, alluring smell of a home cooked meal or the times I spent with father learning how to blacksmith. Initially, it’s what I thought I would end up doing but instead here I am confined to the recruit barracks. I write to you from a cavernous room filled with about 30 men. All my comrades are resting for an attack tomorrow, but I cannot put myself to sleep through this storm. Off in the distance, I hear low crackles of thunder and a slight rhythmic pattering of raindrops on the roof. War here is not at all what I thought it

“He is the goblin general who has done a fine job uniting the goblin nation into a cohesive entity with direction and purpose.”

I had just arrived to my destination: Gallipoli, Turkey. As nervous as I was already with shivers down my spine nearly every minute I didn’t want to lose my young life tomorrow. It was a long ride but my troops and I were prepared for what could come our way. We jumped off the half sunken ship due to the enormous amount of soldiers. It was going to be a long and hard battle. The water we had to walk through to set up our camps was muddy and clumpy I was hoping I don’t get trench foot. Me, as the leader leaded on where we have to set up our camps. We set up our tents around the gruesome field of dead, yellow, sun dried grass next to the sandy rough hills. Rain had just started sprinkling and the next

The stench of rotten urine fills my nostrils. I was meant to get leave days ago, but with no one to take our place we must stay in the narrow trenches. Some soldiers have gone adrift but I couldn’t see the sense in that. The trenches have been home for seven months and previously I was at the Dardanelles or Gallipoli as we now call it. The fight there was brutal; my lost mates now make up the land. Stories repeat themselves with, limbs hanging out the walls of the trenches; some privates walk past shaking the hands for luck. I survived with sheer luck as there were others who deserved to live more than me. Maybe Mother was watching over me. It was with luck I managed to pass my English major at Sydney University before this horrible conflict

I hope that everyone in the family is doing well and I am quite well. I am sorry that I am late to reply to your last few letters because I was wounded in the hospital as I got a bullet in my right arm. It is so hard to see so many men suffering in the war and I thought that this war is going to end all wars but may be I am wrong. After seeing the violence in the war I shall never forget this battle. Many of my group died as there was more than a hundred men and only five left and I consider myself and the other four lucky because we are only wounded. Now, I have been in the trenches for quite a long time. In the dawn, it is usually when the enemy attack so all the soldiers stand to guard the

It’s been 1 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days since the war has started. I’m doing good, my health is great, and the soldiers are doing alright. I hope the family is doing great and I can’t wait too you guys I miss you both so much and send my love to Brooklyn. How are the dogs doing? I miss them a lot. The food is terrible and it’s always cold at night and we have to sleep on the ground every night. Oh yeah me and my friends Maxwell Puls, Connor Moore, and my best friend Nick Roth also saved someone’s life about 3 weeks ago, his name is Chandler Billman and he was circled by 4 guys and Chandler was on his knees about to give up but my 3 friends and I came running up and then we disarmed them and fought them and we knocked them out but one of the held me as a shield with their knife at my neck and then Chandler came up behind him and stabbed him and saved me.

By the time we got to camp we were all out of ammunition, hungry, thirsty and one of the doughboys forgot to let us know he lice so he shared that with us to. That was about a week ago today actually when we got there the French had us taken to the nearest American camp like twenty miles north west. When we got there we were bombarded with questions like where had we come from to people asking us if we are deserters to the cause. Tomorrow, the 30th of August, though my squad and I go back into the war after the commanding officer gave us a few days after our journey. I swear though I will be part of the group to take back that camp. Today is the 5th of September and the trenches here are even worse than where my squad and I were here they are standing on dead bodies of fallen soldiers some people are killing rats for fun. The worse part about it here is at a certain time every day the Germans try to cross No Man’s Land behind the brigade of bombings from air planes and tanks and the poisonous gas of the Germans. I’ll send this letter to you out of here on September 18th. Hello Mr. Bringit, I’m sorry to tell you this but your son has passed the Germans had taken over the camp on the French front and today we had just taken it back and I found this