Loud shouts and the sound of guns firing rang out across the warzone. Waves from the nearby beach roared along with us as we fought for our country. The rough sand crunched quietly under my heavy boots, if it were any louder, then I would likely be found and shot. the soldiers that we were fighting against had the upper hand, majority of my side had been killed. As I took another step forward, my boot crushed down on something, my foot pushing through it. I looked down and was immediately ready to throw up. my foot had gone through the ribs of a deceases soldier, my boot in amongst the organs and blood. Turning away, I silently prayed that all will be over soon, but my efforts had gone to waste.
The loud noise made from my shoe crushing the ribs of the body was loud enough to alert the enemy, revealing my exact position. My breath hitched in my throat, listening out for any signs of someone nearby. There was a loud bang in the distance.
A sudden pain was felt in my chest, my hand instinctively reaching up to the new hole in my chest to try and keep the continuous flow of blood from killing me. The pain was overtaking my senses, numbing me from anything else. All I could feel was the pain from my chest. I was slowly getting tired, dropping to the ground and closing my eyes. I just needed a little sleep. Yeah, just a little sleep.
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Little murder stories
HorrorThese are a collection of short stories I wrote in class that all have unhappy endings. Those endings being murder
