Friday, December 16, 2011
Reflection
More then anything creative writing class has given me the time to actually write. It is interesting to see what I am capable of writing and the amazing stories I can produce. I hope to improve my writing in the days to come, making sure that my newest work is better than the last.
Fleeting Memories
The deafening screams of grenades exploded all around me. I lay there on the war scarred ground starring up at the ashen sky. My breathing was beginning to speed up. I knew I was running out of time. I quickly glanced towards my blood covered leg. The pain from the shrapnel that was lodged in my knee was unbearable, almost as if my entire being was burning. I writhed on the ground and began to fade out, glancing once more at my ill fated surroundings, catching a glance at a German tank patrolling an area not too far from me.
I guess this is it. This is death.
I felt the icy hands of death grab hold of me, almost taking me, until I was reawakened by a painful slap to the face. I gloomily opened my eyes to the sight of my best friend and comrade, Jason. Jason was the pure essence of an American Soldier, perfectly built, brave and courageous. His uniform was stained with mud and dust but I could not see any wounds inflicted upon him. The only thing he was missing was his helmet, which probably fell off in the chaos of war.
He stared at me with tired eyes and said, “You can’t die yet. Don’t forget who you would be leaving behind if you did.”
Who I’d leave behind?
And at that moment memories began to flood through me. The starry night spent under the oak tree holding hands, like to puzzle pieces finally finding their match. The harsh winters spent holding each other when the fire went out. The beautiful snow white dress and the binding kiss that finally united us as one. And lastly our newly born baby girl, Neva.
Finally realizing where I was, I grabbed Jason's outstretched hand. This wasn't the first time Jason saved my life. As children he would always be the one rescuing me from bullies or fighting off stray dogs that randomly decided to attack me. He was one of the reasons why I even joined the army.
Who doesn't want to be like their hero?
“Thanks,” I muttered to him. But he was not able to hear me over the screaming of gun fire that was all around us.
But Jason wasn't even paying any heed to what I was saying I just observed the wound on my leg in a disheartened manner. Then without any hesitation he ripped off the sleeve of his gray army uniform and tightly bandaged it around my leg. I winced with pain as he did it but I tried not to show it.
“Well that should hold you up for now,” he began to say. “But it won't last. We need to take you back to a medic.”
I turned warily towards the direction of our base, only seeing a line of pain and destruction. The battle that occurred there had ceased but the evidence of the battle still remained. Countless American and Nazi soldiers lay scattered across the ground, their blood all pooling into a crimson sea. I let out a deep sigh. “Hey, tell me why I joined the army again?” I joked.
“I think it was because Charlotte said you looked sexy in a uniform.”
For a moment we laughed carelessly, forgetting all the mayhem that imprisoned us. It reminded me of the jovial summers we spent together, fighting, drinking, hitting on women. But that illusion was easily shattered by the sudden violent shaking of the ground caused by artillery fire near by.
“We need to leave,” Jason shot out. I tried to take a step forward but my leg gave out on me half way, causing me to fall towards the ground. But before I did Jason caught me. “Just lean on me, we don't have time.”
I immediately obeyed, and we slowly crept towards our base. We traveled behind any objects we could find to shield us from the view of any enemy snipers. But I was quickly beginning to get tired from exhaustion. My shrapnel infected leg was already completely limp and at this point Jason was basically carrying me towards the base. I could hear the sound of gun fire getting closer and closer. Soon the enemy would make any assault on our base, killing us along with it.
I'm just slowing Jason down. He has to leave me. I don't want him to die for me.
“Jason,” I spluttered, pulling back my arm from him. “Go.” I didn't even dare to look at his face. I just prayed that he would listen to my wish, but Jason never listens to what I say.
He just stood there, glowering at me with his fierce blue eyes. And then he did the unexpected. He tightly balled up his fists and clobbered me right across the face, causing me to spit out blood.
“Never say something like that again. Do you understand?” He ordered. “I would never leave my best friend. What kind of person do you think I am?”
Tears began to fill my eyes. “Sorry,” I whispered and began to put my arms back over him.
But then my life changed forever, all because of the sudden appearance of a tiny metal object. It came from behind us and landed on the ground with a small thud. Those few seconds seemed to last a life time. Jason quickly shoved me to the ground and hurdled determinedly towards the grenade, jumping right on top of it. And then time stood completely still. Jason calmly peered into my eyes, slowly mouthing the words, “I'm sorry,” And then with a boom, my best friend was reduced to nothing but a splat of blood on my cheek.
The explosion left me almost deaf but I knew where they would be coming from. Armed with only a small light machine gun I began to fire, screaming insanely as I did. I did not know whether or not I was actually hitting anyone, but I didn't care, I just kept shooting. But soon I was out of rounds and could only hear the clicks of an empty gun as I pulled the trigger.
He's gone....he's gone....he's....dead..
I felt the harsh recoil as a bullet drove right through my shoulder, causing me to collapse to the ground. I breathed heavily, fighting my pained filled body from going unconscious. I surveyed helplessly for a weapon, but as soon as a shadow passed over me I knew it was too late.
The Nazi solider looked malevolently down towards me, his pistol aimed directly at my head. “sterben amerikanische,” he laughed as his finger began to slowly pull the trigger.
In those few moments my entire life played out in front of me. The life that was soon to be stolen away. I thought about my beautiful wife that was about to be widowed. My adorable daughter who would have to grow up without the love and guidance of a father. And my best friend who was waiting for me at Death's Gate.
“Pull the trigger you scum!” I howled in fury.
This is life. This is war. This is hell.
Bang!
I guess this is it. This is death.
I felt the icy hands of death grab hold of me, almost taking me, until I was reawakened by a painful slap to the face. I gloomily opened my eyes to the sight of my best friend and comrade, Jason. Jason was the pure essence of an American Soldier, perfectly built, brave and courageous. His uniform was stained with mud and dust but I could not see any wounds inflicted upon him. The only thing he was missing was his helmet, which probably fell off in the chaos of war.
He stared at me with tired eyes and said, “You can’t die yet. Don’t forget who you would be leaving behind if you did.”
Who I’d leave behind?
And at that moment memories began to flood through me. The starry night spent under the oak tree holding hands, like to puzzle pieces finally finding their match. The harsh winters spent holding each other when the fire went out. The beautiful snow white dress and the binding kiss that finally united us as one. And lastly our newly born baby girl, Neva.
Finally realizing where I was, I grabbed Jason's outstretched hand. This wasn't the first time Jason saved my life. As children he would always be the one rescuing me from bullies or fighting off stray dogs that randomly decided to attack me. He was one of the reasons why I even joined the army.
Who doesn't want to be like their hero?
“Thanks,” I muttered to him. But he was not able to hear me over the screaming of gun fire that was all around us.
But Jason wasn't even paying any heed to what I was saying I just observed the wound on my leg in a disheartened manner. Then without any hesitation he ripped off the sleeve of his gray army uniform and tightly bandaged it around my leg. I winced with pain as he did it but I tried not to show it.
“Well that should hold you up for now,” he began to say. “But it won't last. We need to take you back to a medic.”
I turned warily towards the direction of our base, only seeing a line of pain and destruction. The battle that occurred there had ceased but the evidence of the battle still remained. Countless American and Nazi soldiers lay scattered across the ground, their blood all pooling into a crimson sea. I let out a deep sigh. “Hey, tell me why I joined the army again?” I joked.
“I think it was because Charlotte said you looked sexy in a uniform.”
For a moment we laughed carelessly, forgetting all the mayhem that imprisoned us. It reminded me of the jovial summers we spent together, fighting, drinking, hitting on women. But that illusion was easily shattered by the sudden violent shaking of the ground caused by artillery fire near by.
“We need to leave,” Jason shot out. I tried to take a step forward but my leg gave out on me half way, causing me to fall towards the ground. But before I did Jason caught me. “Just lean on me, we don't have time.”
I immediately obeyed, and we slowly crept towards our base. We traveled behind any objects we could find to shield us from the view of any enemy snipers. But I was quickly beginning to get tired from exhaustion. My shrapnel infected leg was already completely limp and at this point Jason was basically carrying me towards the base. I could hear the sound of gun fire getting closer and closer. Soon the enemy would make any assault on our base, killing us along with it.
I'm just slowing Jason down. He has to leave me. I don't want him to die for me.
“Jason,” I spluttered, pulling back my arm from him. “Go.” I didn't even dare to look at his face. I just prayed that he would listen to my wish, but Jason never listens to what I say.
He just stood there, glowering at me with his fierce blue eyes. And then he did the unexpected. He tightly balled up his fists and clobbered me right across the face, causing me to spit out blood.
“Never say something like that again. Do you understand?” He ordered. “I would never leave my best friend. What kind of person do you think I am?”
Tears began to fill my eyes. “Sorry,” I whispered and began to put my arms back over him.
But then my life changed forever, all because of the sudden appearance of a tiny metal object. It came from behind us and landed on the ground with a small thud. Those few seconds seemed to last a life time. Jason quickly shoved me to the ground and hurdled determinedly towards the grenade, jumping right on top of it. And then time stood completely still. Jason calmly peered into my eyes, slowly mouthing the words, “I'm sorry,” And then with a boom, my best friend was reduced to nothing but a splat of blood on my cheek.
The explosion left me almost deaf but I knew where they would be coming from. Armed with only a small light machine gun I began to fire, screaming insanely as I did. I did not know whether or not I was actually hitting anyone, but I didn't care, I just kept shooting. But soon I was out of rounds and could only hear the clicks of an empty gun as I pulled the trigger.
He's gone....he's gone....he's....dead..
I felt the harsh recoil as a bullet drove right through my shoulder, causing me to collapse to the ground. I breathed heavily, fighting my pained filled body from going unconscious. I surveyed helplessly for a weapon, but as soon as a shadow passed over me I knew it was too late.
The Nazi solider looked malevolently down towards me, his pistol aimed directly at my head. “sterben amerikanische,” he laughed as his finger began to slowly pull the trigger.
In those few moments my entire life played out in front of me. The life that was soon to be stolen away. I thought about my beautiful wife that was about to be widowed. My adorable daughter who would have to grow up without the love and guidance of a father. And my best friend who was waiting for me at Death's Gate.
“Pull the trigger you scum!” I howled in fury.
This is life. This is war. This is hell.
Bang!
Crimson Lullaby
Her crimson hair gleamed in the evening light of the sun, flowing like a sea of roses. She stared apathetically at the gated fence that surrounded her, not letting the prison walls stop her silky white skin from reveling in the comfort of the sunlight. Today was her 17th birthday. The 2nd one spent behind bars, though to her this place was no different than her home back in New York. Only the strong survive. That was the rules of the streets, no the rules of life.
In the distance she watched as one of the patrol guards, officer Chandly, headed over towards her. He was a stick of a man, barely a shred of muscle on him. But he was a good person and that is why he was able to survive in this hell hole of a prison. “Care free as always, huh Scarlet?,” he asked aloud.
“Life’s too short, gotta enjoy every second of it,” she answered mysteriously.
“That’s funny coming from someone in prison. Whatever, the Warden wants to see you.”
Scarlet let out a small smirk. “Maybe he wants to say happy birthday.”
“You wish,” Officer Chandly laughed. “Follow me.”
Scarlet and the guard began to head off into the interior of the prison, avoiding the small groups of thugs as best as they could. Everyone watched as they passed by, looks of fear and disgust plastered onto their faces.
“Maybe that witch is getting executed.” One of the prison girls announced, looking to her friends for support. But they all backed away from her, glancing towards Scarlet once more.
“Shush! What if she hears you?” one of them squeaked.
As Scarlet passed by them she let out a loud laugh, merrily looking into the eyes of the group of girls. “You silly vermin would love it if I was gone, wouldn’t you?” Scarlet suddenly asked.
The girls all went into a deadly silence. Sweat beading down the brow of the girl that suggested the execution. “Oh Scarlet, you know we were just kidding,” she mumbled, not daring to look into her eyes.
Before Scarlet was able to answer Officer Chandly grabbed her arm. “No trouble today,” he warned. Without a word they traveled the five minutes down the miserable halls of the jail to the office of the warden. The door squeaked as they entered the room, revealing the fat portly man they addressed as the Warden. He was a corrupt and obnoxious man, always stinking of cigarettes and whiskey.
He dared to peer into the elegant cloudy gray eyes of Scarlet with his loathsome beady black charcoals and let out a grunt of irritation. “You may leave Chandly,” he barked. “You!” he shouted, pointing at Scarlet. “Sit.”
“Polite as always,” Scarlet puffed, sitting heavily on the rickety old chair across from the Warden, waving to Officer Chandly as he left. “Now what do you want to talk about chief? If you wanted to give me a birthday cake you could have sent it to my cell. Would of saved you a lot of trouble.”
The warden found no humor in the joke. “There is someone here for you,” he puffed. And then a man emerged from the shadows of the room behind him, previously invisible to the naked eye. Scarlet was shocked beyond comprehension but she would never allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing it on her face.
The man was dressed in a clad black suit, tightly fitted on his muscular body. His eyes were cold and black; Scarlet could feel his loathsome glare. He slowly lifted the sleeve of his suit revealing a tattoo of a pyramid with an Egyptian eye in the middle. “I found you Scarlet,” he wheezed with a cruel smile.
Scarlet let out a deep sigh. “Took you long, I thought you might have forgotten about me.”
In the distance she watched as one of the patrol guards, officer Chandly, headed over towards her. He was a stick of a man, barely a shred of muscle on him. But he was a good person and that is why he was able to survive in this hell hole of a prison. “Care free as always, huh Scarlet?,” he asked aloud.
“Life’s too short, gotta enjoy every second of it,” she answered mysteriously.
“That’s funny coming from someone in prison. Whatever, the Warden wants to see you.”
Scarlet let out a small smirk. “Maybe he wants to say happy birthday.”
“You wish,” Officer Chandly laughed. “Follow me.”
Scarlet and the guard began to head off into the interior of the prison, avoiding the small groups of thugs as best as they could. Everyone watched as they passed by, looks of fear and disgust plastered onto their faces.
“Maybe that witch is getting executed.” One of the prison girls announced, looking to her friends for support. But they all backed away from her, glancing towards Scarlet once more.
“Shush! What if she hears you?” one of them squeaked.
As Scarlet passed by them she let out a loud laugh, merrily looking into the eyes of the group of girls. “You silly vermin would love it if I was gone, wouldn’t you?” Scarlet suddenly asked.
The girls all went into a deadly silence. Sweat beading down the brow of the girl that suggested the execution. “Oh Scarlet, you know we were just kidding,” she mumbled, not daring to look into her eyes.
Before Scarlet was able to answer Officer Chandly grabbed her arm. “No trouble today,” he warned. Without a word they traveled the five minutes down the miserable halls of the jail to the office of the warden. The door squeaked as they entered the room, revealing the fat portly man they addressed as the Warden. He was a corrupt and obnoxious man, always stinking of cigarettes and whiskey.
He dared to peer into the elegant cloudy gray eyes of Scarlet with his loathsome beady black charcoals and let out a grunt of irritation. “You may leave Chandly,” he barked. “You!” he shouted, pointing at Scarlet. “Sit.”
“Polite as always,” Scarlet puffed, sitting heavily on the rickety old chair across from the Warden, waving to Officer Chandly as he left. “Now what do you want to talk about chief? If you wanted to give me a birthday cake you could have sent it to my cell. Would of saved you a lot of trouble.”
The warden found no humor in the joke. “There is someone here for you,” he puffed. And then a man emerged from the shadows of the room behind him, previously invisible to the naked eye. Scarlet was shocked beyond comprehension but she would never allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing it on her face.
The man was dressed in a clad black suit, tightly fitted on his muscular body. His eyes were cold and black; Scarlet could feel his loathsome glare. He slowly lifted the sleeve of his suit revealing a tattoo of a pyramid with an Egyptian eye in the middle. “I found you Scarlet,” he wheezed with a cruel smile.
Scarlet let out a deep sigh. “Took you long, I thought you might have forgotten about me.”
Journals
Mind
"The mind is a sanctuary and an asylum"
-ASURA
Wisdom
"The pen in which I write with contains all the wisdom salvaged from the bloodshed of others"
-ASURA
My Revenge
"I don't forgive and forget,
I pretend and remember"
-ASURA
Memories
"Such sweet memories,
Dawning upon me,
The curtain closes,
Why must it end?"
-ASURA
Time
"Time will decay all things except for man's folly"
-ASURA
"The mind is a sanctuary and an asylum"
-ASURA
Wisdom
"The pen in which I write with contains all the wisdom salvaged from the bloodshed of others"
-ASURA
My Revenge
"I don't forgive and forget,
I pretend and remember"
-ASURA
Memories
"Such sweet memories,
Dawning upon me,
The curtain closes,
Why must it end?"
-ASURA
Time
"Time will decay all things except for man's folly"
-ASURA
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