“It’s Jeremy; my brother is fighting a patrol guard! He- he is gonna get himself k-killed!” I looked at the boy sympathetically, but we all knew there was nothing to be done. The shouts and slaps continued for a few more seconds but then everything fell silent and one gun shot rang out. No one moved or made a noise. The boy buried his face in his hands and I put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” I heard myself saying. Every one fidgeted anxiously, but no one spoke.
Just then I heard the crunch of heavy tires on gravel and the groan of military jeep engines.
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Inspiration And Prompts
De TodoThis book is full of writing prompts to help fule your imagination. You are welcome to take any of the writing prompts from this book and turn them into your own creation! Please enjoy! Also not all of these are my own.
