[Sequel to Regrets] Loneliness couldn't be equated to being alone. He realised this as his hands were shaking, stuffing a handfull of gum drops in the side pocket of his backpack. The eerie silence in the room made him nervous, especially since he wasn't alone. He was growing anxious under the stares he was receiving...
Two countries. Two fronts. Two trenches, in between them, no man's land. The men all fight in one war, for one victory, and one goal. Copyright @ Antiraq
A funeral. The sun was shining brightly, contradicting the emotions of the people standing below it as all of them stared at the coffin which was about to be lowered into the depths of a dark hole - together with its content, the lifeless body of a young man named James Font. And amidst the crowd of mourners, another...
