Brain dump

smol story

do you ever try to write but it becomes complete trash? 

For example:

 looking out window you see the beautiful sunset arising over the horizon of the sea, every thing is clear. You can't hear anything except for the choir of birds out in the old willow. You know that today will be a beautiful day, as you walk outside the light sea breeze brush your face. The wild grass has grown very tall this year you thought. As you run down the stone steps to the beach, you see a patch of wild african violets, knowing your mother loves violets you pick some of the petite flowers off of their vine. How you've yearned for the warm touch of the sun and the feeling of water rushing through your toes. You loved watch the water, watching the little fish dart in and out of their hiding places among the rocks having hermit crabs scuttle across your hand. With arms wide open you stood at the shore, wind blowing your white satin dress and hair. 

You were glad that the war was over, you could now do whatever you pleased at the peace of your home. Excited to gift your mother with those vibrant violets, you run up the steps and into your cozy home. You search and search but you can't find any of you siblings or parents, everything starts to blur as you see your home around you start to fade as you are brought back to the harsh reality. You are woken up by a shove, more or less a push, as your eyes open you see a dark gas mask, all you can hear are screams and plane propellers. You were alerted to immediately to secure your gas mask, as the planes rush by your make shift shelter, you and all of the remaining survivors braced for impact. 

All you could think about now was your family,and your dream. Every thing was gone, they had taken every thing from you, your family, your love and your life. You hated living in fear, you wanted to do something to help fight for your country. Your home. The dream was your last remanence of home.  Your family was killed when the soldiers invaded your home, you and your younger sibling made it out of the house alive and took refuge in the town hall among other people. You weren't ever able to leave the town hall with risk of exposure and invasion . Sadly due to the conditions in the town hall, your younger sibling died due to the conditions. All you wished for now was for the war to be over, for this plane to pass without dropping any "gifts". 

As you close your eyes, you can hear indistinct murmurs from the other survivors. They began to take off their gas masks, thinking that the danger is over. You knew that I couldn't be over, that this was probably a tactic to get us to think we were safe. After what seamed like an hour you pull of your gas mask, only to be greeted by a foul smelling odor, kind of like musty hay. However it was more that just "musty hay", it was carbonyl chloride, a gas that they used in WW2. As you take your last breath, your vision starts to fade as you collapse in an endless sleep.

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lol this is like non edited... lots errors and could be fixed but, i'm kinda lazy so...