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Creative Writing: Ella's Life

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The lingering light is obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky is transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfs the Gallipoli Peninsula. Vivian looks into the sky to spy the southern cross but a canopy of unfamiliar luminous stars materialize amongst the ocean of blackness. All are dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there is an adequate amount to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The ocean glistens, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of the celestial heavens above and luminescence from the dying light of cabin lanterns. The faint wind brushes against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shatters the reflection of his face. In his …show more content…

She takes a deep breath in of the icy cold air and feels exihilarated. On her squeaky clean gown is the name sister Ella tucker. Sister tucker surveys the dark cold night and sighs deeply. Her life had been turned upside down and granted with enormous opportunity since the war was announced. Ella used to live in the Northern Territory as a cattle farmer. She reminisces of life in the dusty red northern territory. Every morning she would wake up to the rumbling groan of thousands of dust stained cattle, crying for food and water in the vast desert of scratchy red sand. The sand blew into every corner of the house no matter how much you did to stop it getting in. The trees were tortured into conformity with the harsh landscape, only giving as much as it took from the land. There was hardly any rain, but when the clouds came, she would become elated and the land prospered, but when it didn't come, the cattle would become thin and useless, their value decreased and her life would plummet into uncertainty when the money would come …show more content…

Stretcher bearers rolled into the hospital like vicious waves and thrust the many wounded into the hands of such a small cohort of nurses. There was not much Ella could do for these men however, many of the injuries were to complex to treat with bandages. The most that these women could do was to remove minor bullet wounds and try to treat the men emotionally. Ella looks aghast at the ocean of dead before her and let's out a small cry of anguish. She kneels down towards one man and comforts him while sobbing. She stands up again and mentally prepares herself for the long fight

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