Post by Cullen on Mar 18, 2016 23:49:16 GMT
here's a horrendously depressing piece that i worked on for this challenge
Jesus christ, that was awful. I think I’m the only one left. Tommy got hit point blank with a tank shell. Bobby went down screaming into the German trenches. There was an explosion right after he dropped down. Emenes saved my life and took enough bullets to give a horse lead poisoning. I don’t know how I survived. But I know why I’m alive. I know why I haven’t used one of my unspent rounds to blow my cowardly brains out.
I have too many messages to give. Bobbies wife, Clayton’s son, Jimmy’s mother, My god, Jimmy. Was there even enough of the kid left for his mother to bury? Why did we believe everything that the posters and the criers said?
“do your part!” “support the war effort!” “join the army!” Come to think of it, those propaganda posters weren’t designed by the most creative minds. It worked though, and because of them all of my closest friends are dead. Now all I can think of is, “Damn, that is a beautiful sunrise.” I’m beginning to wonder if anyone is even looking for me. I think about crawling but then I remember about my legs. I lost feeling in them about two hours after I woke up. It’s ok though, because I’ve got my sunrise to focus on.
Thoughts of Sully’s girlfriend crying threaten to break through but it’s ok, because I have my sunrise. I wonder if my parents are going to miss me after the way I left but it’s all ok, because I have my sunrise. I wonder if this war will ever end and I start to cry. I wipe my eyes because I lose sight of my sunrise. My vision begins to go black and my limbs go numb. My chest feels cold and my brain feels like sludge. None of it matters though, because until someone finds me and puts me in a bag, I’ll have my beautiful sunrise to watch.
Jesus christ, that was awful. I think I’m the only one left. Tommy got hit point blank with a tank shell. Bobby went down screaming into the German trenches. There was an explosion right after he dropped down. Emenes saved my life and took enough bullets to give a horse lead poisoning. I don’t know how I survived. But I know why I’m alive. I know why I haven’t used one of my unspent rounds to blow my cowardly brains out.
I have too many messages to give. Bobbies wife, Clayton’s son, Jimmy’s mother, My god, Jimmy. Was there even enough of the kid left for his mother to bury? Why did we believe everything that the posters and the criers said?
“do your part!” “support the war effort!” “join the army!” Come to think of it, those propaganda posters weren’t designed by the most creative minds. It worked though, and because of them all of my closest friends are dead. Now all I can think of is, “Damn, that is a beautiful sunrise.” I’m beginning to wonder if anyone is even looking for me. I think about crawling but then I remember about my legs. I lost feeling in them about two hours after I woke up. It’s ok though, because I’ve got my sunrise to focus on.
Thoughts of Sully’s girlfriend crying threaten to break through but it’s ok, because I have my sunrise. I wonder if my parents are going to miss me after the way I left but it’s all ok, because I have my sunrise. I wonder if this war will ever end and I start to cry. I wipe my eyes because I lose sight of my sunrise. My vision begins to go black and my limbs go numb. My chest feels cold and my brain feels like sludge. None of it matters though, because until someone finds me and puts me in a bag, I’ll have my beautiful sunrise to watch.
