Writer's school

War (English)

You could hear the tap dripping low. It had broken 2 days ago and it is 18 years since the war broke out. The only food the shops had left was cheese food, which I couldn't tolerate due to my histamine intolerance. I was starving every single day. The air raid sirens began and you could hear bombs falling. People were screaming everywhere and there was the barking of dogs which quickly disappeared. Poor dogs. All the ambulances were already gone and the hospitals had been destroyed. I had already moved 13 times this month, but the war was all over the country. Then I heard another bomb come crashing down close to me. It was too fast for me to escape when it jumped. I accepted my fate. Everyone would die at some point. Then everything went black and my body felt cold. There was only nothingness in front of me and I could see nothing. I knew I was dead now. I reflected on my life and thought of all the things I had achieved. All those ambitions were now gone forever along with my family who died 18 years ago when the war started. This is the end of Denmark. I know. It's all because of me. I insulted the most powerful person in the world when I was 5, and instantly regretted it when she declared war on my country. She probably had a short grove. Goodbye, cruel world. I regret everything. To exist and to die.