The destruction and blast of the bomb cocooned me in its hateful gas; I coughed but kept trudging towards the enemy trenches, my light green uniform was covered in splattered blood of my fallen comrades. In my hands I held tight to the loaded assault rifle which would help me defeat the enemy and possibly save my life. Beside me stood fellow friends that had hopeful expressions plastered on their faces in thought that they would help win the war but, their expressions soon fell as they watched the enemy emerge from the far distant mist. Shots rang out and I managed to avoid them, next to me a man in his early thirties lay on the muddy floor, a bullet hole through his upper chest. Looking away, I swallowed the urge to throw up and moved forward leaving the sadness and despair in its wake.
Walking on I tripped, looking down I saw the body of a soldier, laying up, rotting flesh hung off the deceased man, the stench wafting from the carcass hung in the stale air. His mouth still open in a war cry that fell of deaf-ears. In the distance men from my team circled around a fallen enemy soldier who was begging for his life.
"töte mich nicht! töte mich nicht!" He pleaded but, the soldiers were angry and out for blood. The shot rang out before I could intervene, echoing on the battlefield, that looked more like a arena massacre. Overhead the enemy leader cried retreat, just as the Auwedlanton leader shouted "Charge!". Slowly tension built, clouds grew closer and darker in the sky, the last bits of plantation whipped around and the tree branches caught soldier uniforms in their skeletal hands. Rain pelted from the darkened sky drenching the soldiers, forks of lightning pierced the sky, I looked up at the sudden storm and suddenly a shot erupted and my body jerked backwards. I fell onto my unsteady knees, lurching again as I was hit a second time, I jolted backwards and my body hit the uneven ground with a thud. I turned my face to the side and coughed up a little blood that had been rising up, my hands clenched into the mud to try and endure through the everlasting pain.
The rain swept down my face, smearing the blood at the corners of my mouth. The rain started fading into a drizzle which blurred my eyesight. My mind was in tatters and I closed my eyes into the darkness that waited to overcome me.
As quickly as it had happened the storm left...
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The Coming Storm
Short StoryThe Coming Storm is a short story that I had to write for my Year 10 end-of-year GCSE...(I got an A!) :D It is about a Soldier called Noah Riddle and the first chapter is about how he died and the second is about what caused him to die. Hope you en...
