Ok, so my scary history teacher Mr. Colbourne wanted everyone to write a letter from WW1....mine didn't turn out as a letter cause i was like..."Wtf do you write a letter?"@.@...well iwatched flyboys and was like WOOT! so uh...here's my letter ;P tell me if it's any good *shrugs*....meh...
~*~*~*~*~ I looked up, gun shots like echoing thunder, slight contrails drew dizzying circles around in a crazy waltz, another battle in the beautiful skies. The fighters played cat and mouse in turn, climbing swiftly into the heavens. A deafening roar. Some gunshots further down the trenches halted and an eary silence crept over no mans land as everyone paused to watch the German plane cut through the clouds and plummet, A now burning ball in the sky, before crashing into a section of the trench about a half mile away. The handful of soldiers that were killed. Are now only living in my memories of days past. Yet, things will carry on as if nothing had happened. The fighting will continue and the death toll will still rise. The shrapnel filled carcasses of our friends and enemies still lay in the barbed wire maze of no mans land, unmoved and unchanging. And the sweet sickening smell of blood and death will always be a dense cloud over our trenches, pouring over the dugout walls like another thick fog of chlorine gas from the enemy. It burns throats, consuming all of the clean air in its path. Some even say it’s worse than the gas, because when you breathe it in, you’re inhaling everyone’s suffering. I’m writing to you, so that I can promise that I will win against the odds, I will not succumb to death, nor will I abandon you. Take this letter as a glimpse into the raging depths of war, and read it to our son Edward, as it will discourage him from joining me. I do not want him to burn in a fiery explosion of metallic birds. I do not want him to die at the hands of this hate. As long as I know you all wait, safe and happy at our cape. I promise my return for Christmas. Love, James ~*~*~*~*~* Yes while i wrote tihs sad pathetic attempt at homework my dad was watching star trek and it was all i could hear in the background heheh...yes i know REi-can should avoid pencil,paper an wods but meh...i tried heheh ^-^ |
DarkMousey : Wow that was great Rei. Maybe you should give up the day Job and become a writer.
Rei--alchemy aprentice-- : yeah...are you actually planning to lock me up? And uh ...imprision my creative mind! heheh. ..and yeaahh i was talking about ww1 for heavens sakes howd it turn into this?
DokuGanryu : nothing we could do about powers, but we could restrict entry to anyone other then guards.. you can't get in unless you work there.. or under certain circumstances. For instance, Cornea scan; rip out the eyeball and use the hand of the guard to open the door. This blog has also got into a very strange topic...
Rei--alchemy aprentice-- : *sends telepthic message* Grrr...ill get you for this I HAVE powers! .....*sulks*
DokuGanryu : lock you in a sound-proof (indestructable) room, gag and straijacked. maximum security (finger scan, cornea scan, ID)
There, i'm abit more specific now. Now make it happen, you little Yaoicon
Rei--alchemy aprentice-- : heheh thanx iruka ^^;; ...heheh doku that wouldnt solve ALL the problems ...>.>
DokuGanryu : OPr you could always be forced into a straijacket, that solves all the problems right there.
Iruka : Rie*sniff* that's so well written*sniff*