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SpineOut : April May 15
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When Blood Rains Short Story I lay there in silence. The strong stench of thick, red blood occupied my nostrils and covered me like snow blanketing a small town. I was surrounded by bodies that were no longer alive. I counted the seconds until my wounds got the better of me and slowly dragged my life away. But the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours and I remained there, wounded and dying. Slowly dying. I decided that my death would be a slow and torturous track so I got up and limped through the mass of bodies, weaving my way through the silence that screamed in my ears. Engrossed in sorrow, I gazed mournfully down at the men who lay on the ground with no life left in them. A feeling of guilt and stupidity filled me as I thought of how sure I was that I would come out of this alive. But I knew now that my life would end. Any minute now. I stopped and searched for any life in the boy who lay in front of me. A young boy of about 15 stared back up at me but with an emptiness in his eyes. As I looked for signs of life in the boy, I remembered the adrenalin that consumed me and caused me to think that I could fight this war and endure success for a lifetime. The smell of sweaty and dirty men training hard filled my nostrils once more and I recalled the thrill of adrenalin that ran through my young teenage body. f Z r Amelia Year 10 Arndell College Oakville NSW I waited for the signal. And it came. All my training and hard work led to this and I was determined to get through it all. As I ran forward, gun in hand, my heart was in in my ears and I was blinded by how fast everything went around me. I could hear bombs going off, gunshots being fired and men screaming as they fell. A man behind me tripped and grabbed my leg begging for me to save him. As he clung tightly to my leg, he looked deep into my eyes. Agony burnt a hole in me but I shook him off because I knew I had to keep going. I was firing shots in front aimlessly because I was so scared, so tired and I wanted to wake up from the nightmare that was controlling me. But I managed to become steady and kept running. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and I stumbled. It had only been an hour and already I was wounded. As I got up and pressed on, I noticed an enemy soldier. I continued to run. He took aim. And I knew it was all over. The scene disappeared. I was back, staring down at the boy. I couldn’t go back home and tell my parents that my 15-year-old brother had been killed. I glanced at my gun. I lifted it to my head. It was finished. SHORT STORY
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