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The smell weaved into my clothes as I stood aside the crackling fire.
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Suddenly, a side of the building crumbled to the floor like it had been stepped on, a huge wall of dust approaching us, engulfing everything it came across.
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A gun shot rang out hitting a near by person, the silence was unbearable, which was soon broken by a delayed scream and a pattering of feet, slowly decreasing as it got further and further away.
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My face prickling with the cold, fingers and toes numb unable to feel or cope with the pain any longer, I was dying slowly. Snow piled up against my body as I felt my eyes close, and fall into an endless sleep.
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Slowly, I moved my head, up above the snow covered ground. Tufts of brown dying grass skattered the waste lands, a chilling must settled around me freezing my muscles to my bones. I lower myself back down, so I was safe and out of range of being shot.
Steadily, I moved my head to the left to look at my comrads shuffling around each other, trading their warmth whilst trying to get a few moments of prized sleep.
However, I was on duty along with my icecubed friend who shivered in fear and cold next to me, he was only 15, yet he was allowed in the front rows? I senced that he had turned his body to check on the enemy's.
Suddenly, I heard a gun shot, it ringed in my ears letting me know that who ever was shot was close by, I saw my friend slump down onto the floor, crimson blood dripping from his right eye, slowly making its way down his face and on to the muddied floor.
I shouted his name and fell to my knees cradling his head in my arms, I grabbed my sleave with my opposite hand, ripped a piece off it and dabbed gently at his bloodied eye, I felt my heart strings tug as he let out a small whimper and a tear fell from his left eye and dripped on to my green uniform.
Slowly he took something from his pocket, pressed it against my chest and spoke with a quivering voice "tell Madeline... I love her" and he was gone.
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Creative Writing
AcakDifferent creative writing storys, that I have written in my English lesson. *note* I have border line dyslexia and get a few spellings wrong as well as punctuation.