War is my hell

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 21, 2017

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The air is cold. The dawn is not as so calming as the sky's turn red like blood the drums in the distance that would make our walls crumble with only the slightest of sound. They get louder, pikes in the air that creep over the hill knowing our heads will be on them soon to ward off anyone else that would want to claim this castle keep. we close the gates, line up arrows at standby for the mark the enemy ready theirs but. We weren't the first to fire. One by one we fall, like pigs to the slaughter, our captain of the keep flees like a yellow livered weasel that he is we stand our ground as the enemy advances I take lead "arms at ready!" The archers that are left pull out their arrows "aim men wait until you see the whites of thier eyes!" They take their aim "fire!" we fire out of my command as we hold our ground. But it was not enough as we fired our third volley the enemy reached the gate before it was to late we arm ourselfs we opened the gates to make our last stand. as they slowly open with the intensity I swollow my own spit to then speak with the remainding courge I have left "We fight to our last breath, we will go down with history and dine in the 7 pits of hell!" the gates open the enemy rushes without a second thought as their axes swoop down us like a knife through butter. All I see was body's flying of shileds lims torn straight off of our own men this wasn't a castle anymore but a butchers shop and we were the first to the slaughter. the sky's told us that this day was not going to be our victory as crimson red poured down into the guttered sewers that we came across through this keep that we guarded. I could only see our flag hanging down from us I can see with its pole that had skewered me an my men they poured our oil from the storage house upon us and set us ablaze only us screaming for agony for this to be an end. As the flag burns with our insignia slowly but surely till theres nothing left but ash. This war isn't a game to mess with, nor is it a happy ending for most of us the captain doesn't deserve to live after killing us all with his cowardice I sleep. I wait. For death.


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