Fallen Soldier

Fallen Soldier

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A choose your own adventure story set during World War 2. You find yourself as a prisoner working on the Thai-Burma Railway. Here you're confronted by death, hope, hopelessness and the ability of choice. It's a relatively short read with the options of four (4) different endings. ---- You stare up at the darkened sky, a few stars shimmer above brightly and unaware of the horrors which surround you. They seem so beautiful, so peaceful and yet so out of place. You watch as the surrounding clouds slowly start to cover the shimmering stars and decide instead, to look out into the shadowed jungle ahead. Past the guards and fellow prisoners, you watch the dark jungle sway lightly. It's impossible to know whether you would survive out there. It's impossible to know whether you would survive in here either. But you know one thing you're certain of... You'd rather die free...
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From as far as the gaze would travel, there were piles and piles of corpses. The battle field was strewn with limbs and carcasses of men, horses and elephants. The stench was unbearable and overpowering. The color of Daya river had turned crimson red from the blood of fallen soldiers and beasts of war. In this silent and completely devastated landscape, Asoka was taken over by a deep sense of grief, guilt and sadness. What have I done, he cried, with hands outstretched towards heavens, begging for mercy.... John woke up with a start. Cold beads of sweat trickled down his face and a shiver ran up his spine. The same vivid dream. It was so real that he could hear the dying moans of fallen soldiers and smell the putrid stench of death as it slowly rose from the battlefield. Come to me. The words ringed in his ears. The sixteen year boy was about to make the most momentous decision in his life. One, that would bring him face to face with his worst fears, and change his life forever........

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