Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

They were also arrested. (Auerbach 1688) That's all it took for this riot to come into play, a few people unhappy about the way the police handled the situation. The next thing you know its a few thousand unhappy people.

They were able to stop the 3rd building for being bring down and although only hitman were capture no the big bosses, the Police and FCC now had the file in which would help them to end a high level of corruption. The leader of the mob, is being charged with espionage, murder, hacking as

This form of interaction continued on for an hour or so, until the police officers came and directed them away from their corners and urging them into the crowd and away from their area. To my surprise, an hour later, the same groups were back

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

By March 1915 the influx of refugees from Belgium was almost at an end and Epworth played host to a social reunion consisting of games, dancing, and songs to bring together all those who had been housed in the Isle. Part of the entertainment featured songs from Mrs. W. Hirst and Mrs. R. Stephenson and a pianoforte solo by Mrs. Breeze. The month saw farmers becoming increasingly rueful; the fine weather created ideal growing conditions but a shortage of men and horse hampered progress. Indeed, there was concern that horses in the Isle were being ‘worked to death in order to make up for the lack of numbers.’ Members of the Belton VTC celebrated the opening of their new rifle range where Mr. G. H. Newborn exhorted them to use it well to learn

I write to you today from a hospital bed in France. I know that may sound bad, but truly I am one of the lucky ones. I have lost so many friends in this past battle. I am sure you have probably heard news of this back home in England already. The first day of the battle on the Somme was a dark day indeed. I have heard it word here that it could have been one of the bloodiest battles to date. I do not even know how to begin describing the war, but I have to describe it to someone. I would never want to tell my parents of these horrors I am facing; it would be far too much for them to bear. You are my closest friend back home, and I know if it were not for your health issues, you would be here fighting too, so I feel I can tell you about all this. I know I volunteered for this, but I never in a million years could have predicted what war would truly be like. Looking back on it though, we are truly lucky that Britain is a country that relies on volunteer

Both local newspapers began to signal, albeit discretely, that war could be approaching its end. Reports spoke in guarded terms about German difficulties and in the ‘Letters to the Editor’ columns, there were encouraging words, leaving readers in no doubt that a resolution was close. Talk in shops and at church services built on the speculation. When news of the imminent German surrender reached soldiers in the front line it was greeted with silence. ‘We did not cheer,’ one soldier recalled. ‘We just stood, stunned and bewildered.’ He continued: ‘On the stroke of 11a.m. the CO raised his hand and told us that the war was over. Then we cheered, with our tin hats on and our rifles held aloft. For old hands like me, it was funny realising that the day we had waited so long for had come at

Another tunnel leading off into a new direction would have came as no good news. Thankfully it wasn't. Eyeing the gate, he knew it not to be a passage of any kind but that of a former place of security. The vault, or at least what little remained of it. Its cramped insides empty. Not even a rat would dare cross the threshold, he thought glumly, thinking of the threats that had been made before. The place where the bodies of the bank employees and wealthy clients were brought. The killers would have likely preferred to have dumped them inside the vault itself, but the door had been locked and the key – from what little of the local gossip he'd heard, as that was more trustworthy than the newspaper articles – could not be found on any member of staff. Instead the attackers piled up their bodies before the gate, at the very cramped spot he now

After me and Jack got off the train it was about 4:00 p.m. and I saw three police cars near the train station. Me and Jack were thinking of taking one of the vehicles, so we wouldn’t have to ride the train all the time. So, Jack and I planned

“Two are in captivity, along with their captain. They have been thrown in jail for not protecting the bins.”

Jim’s eyes clouded as he stared at the old, bloodstained fatigues. He wanted to forget his pain and yet wanted so badly to recapture every movement. He put the jacket back into its wooden box and returned it back into the top shelf of his wardrobe where he kept all his few but cherished possessions. He then sat in his chair and closed his eyes, his mind wandering off, returning back into his distant yet distinct memories. His love, his life came rushing back in old fragmented memories, he could almost see them so clearly as if they had happened yesterday, not 56 years ago. The segments of thoughts whirring around in his mind turned so lively, full of pain, torment, love and affection, as to make him live the life he had tried so hard to forget.

With everyone gathered in the main area, Elijah told them that this would be their best chance to get their message of rebellion out to the public. 20 minutes later, the authorities were on them, only the leaders, Elijah, Jamie, and Brady were taken, but their plan was still in the execution stage. Since this was all part of the ultimate plan, they had prepared for this. With new leaders, kept the cycle going, but soon enough, the government got tired of trying to stop people from rebelling.

After just one month I started working here, Madame D. passed away. Mr. Gustave had to travel to Lutz and I accompanied him to visit her family. We were travelling by train, when, suddenly, we were stopped and the soldiers demanded our identification. As they found out that I was an immigrant, they threatened me. Mr. Gustave, with all his calmness and composure, had my back. Luckily, one of the superiors recognised him from the hotel and gave him a pass which would let me stay

I hear the slow murmuring of the regime’s motorcycles buzzing around the streets, harassing and seizing innocent civilians. If I’m away from them I’m in a good place. So I head to the old train station, using a path that I know is free of all security cameras and bugs, hoping that Ellie and Carl are safe… and have what we need. Ever since the police and the rest of the forces turned against us citizens, they’ve been patrolling most of suburbia, so I haven’t been home for almost a month. The manic shouts of those new age “popes”scream at me for attention from the lounge rooms TVs of passing houses and the faces of electric billboards. I hear them preach, about the perfection of our city, about us being God’s last hope, and about the absence of other civilisations. About how we are all that's left of the world that was. I wish someone would change the channel already, but for the last few weeks, it's the only station that's had a

The next day 90 people were arrested. They have all been released. Their lawyer said that they were standing on the road and doing nothing.