There was a pounding in my heart, that seemed to never stop. It kept on beating, harder and harder. Thunder rolled the earth, and lightning scarred the muddy sky. I was bedraggled in the unforgivable weather, holding my gun to my chest firmly hoping for some extra warmth. The wind blasted my cap out and up into the wind away, and it was useless to go try and get it back.

I looked forward, and saw them coming towards us in huge mobs, and crowds. They were jogging towards us. Us. The other thousand men that were standing behind their leader. Me.

Quickly, I shouted an unknown phrase in the air, and then dove to the ground. Gunshots pierced the air, causing even more noise pollution then there already was with the rain thumping against the ground. I pushed my soggy hair aside, and saw them fall down, in large waves. My neck snapped back to my side and it was the same deal with my men. Carefully, I crawled to the side, and stood behind a large, wet tree. I looked ahead again, and took my rifle and fired at them, their bodies falling helplessly to the ground. A boom, rumbled the ground, and seconds later, lightning scraped the sky and downwards came its wrath. It struck at a tree, a branch cracking. Underneath were many of the enemies. This was my chance.

I loaded my gun and held the trigger not at a person, but at the torn tree trunk hanging from the tree about to give any second. The gun shots burst at the last segments that connected the branch to the tree. A few second did the trick, and the whole thing collapsed, crushing many of the enemy under. However, new armies were swarming in. We needed backup. I sprinted behind, being careful and looking back every couple seconds. As I maneuvered through my men, I saw them going down quickly, and my heart sank thinking what the situation would be if I were one of them. My mind snapped out of it, and I just kept on running. Finally I reached the rear of my men, and jogged back to base. There was a garage, and inside the garage were the backup. I pressed the red button outside of the garage, and the door opened. The alarms in there went off, telling them it was time for action.

They formed a neat square and marched out, then broke out into a steady jog. It was then when I ran back, and started helping out. I shot them down, and it was painful for me to even see them go down, as I knew that they may have made bad choices, but they were all still people. Though, this was what I had signed up for so I did my job.

As I fought, I let the rainwater trickle down my dry throat. It wasn't much, but it was something. Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain in my left arm, and I fell to the ground. My other arm wrapped around the wound, as my sight went blurry. One of my men jogged over to me, and crouched low, so he was out of sight. The trees in the forest provided nice cover.

He dug into his pack and pulled out a needle. Without thinking, he inserted the thing right into my left arm, where the injury had occurred. It felt like it was on fire for a few seconds before the pain subsided. Then he wrapped some gauze around it, but right when he was about to tuck it in when I saw the most painful thing I had ever seen. His head started to bleed, and the blood was squirting out of the back of it. I closed my eyes immediately, and kept low.

Then I opened one eye, and saw him fall back. A tear rolled down my cheek, but I wiped it away with my good hand. I didn't have the time to cry. With my right hand, I pushed the end of the gauze underneath the loose end, then tightened it. I raised my head, and used my right hand to support my weight up. Then I withdrew my pistol, and started using it, but it wasn't doing a thing. With no effort, I threw it into the mud, and it was buried in. A flash of lightning struck the sky, and I went momentarily blind. Then, my chest felt like it was being ripped apart.

I lay back down but knew that I was gone for good. With one hand, I ripped my chest clothing off, and saw something terrible horrible. Blood stained my skin, and I was slowly dying. Suddenly, I heard cheering, and in the corner of my eye I saw in the distance a white flag being waved by the enemy. We had won.

I smiled, laughed, then closed my eyes again.

Untitled (short story)

He felt his foot being buried inside the wooden deck, that was covered by the swarms of people waiting get off the same wooden, musty ship that they had been for several months. Pushing, and shoving was the only way he made it to the port of the ship. Then, he put his arm out, and let the misty brine cover his arms, then face. It was a cool, brisk wind that flushed into his face as he put it out towards the water. Distinctly, he could see a small grey lump far ahead. That was impressive, considering the amount of fog that had settled near the ship. Many, many days it had been that he had been stuck on the same piece of wood that was not big enough to hold half the amount of people that had settled on. Disease had started to catch on, but he was a lucky fellow, and continued to pray he wouldn't catch it.

The sun was a bleached circle in the sky now, surrounded by the dark, dingy clouds that surrounded. There had been few days where the sunlight had come to the boat. They had left when the third season had just ended. At the moment, they were at the worst possible season to be in while on a ship.

Waves crashed against the front, rear, and sides of the ship, but it wouldn't collapse. While it was a piece of wood to him, it was still quite durable and sturdy. It was called Old Cross, and had a wooden cross implanted on the front of it.

The harsh, bitter weather was now getting to him, so he retreated back into the center of the ship. It was a great deal warmer inside than out, since there were mobs of folks down there as well as up on board, and the body heat was great. However, the body heat was not strong enough to make the coldness disappear. He sat next to a fireplace, and put his hands in front, hoping to catch some of the burning heat emitted from the fire. The fire made him drowsy, and as so, he soon fell asleep.

"Last call to leave the ship!" he heard as his eyes snapped open. The room was empty. It was time to get off the ship, and he was about to be the last one on.

Quickly, he sprinted towards the exit, his hair blocking his vision. Sweat rolled down his red cheeks, and as the man was about to close the door, he jumped and made it out... on the dock. His arms and knees were covered in scrapes, bruises, and blood, but it didn't hurt massively, so he ignored it. Slowly, he made his way up, and was about to fall back, but caught the wooden railing which itself was crumbling and soon wouldn't support a child.

He blinked a few times and was definitely surprised. It was nothing like what he had seen from at sea. The clouds had vanished, and there was the sun staring at him. All of the clouds were gone, and the sky wasn't gray anymore; instead it was a bright blue. A wide mountain range surrounded the area he was in. They were tremendous, and had snow at the top peaks. He ran to the start of the dock and saw trees. What was surprising was that there weren't any people that he had seen. He skipped along, looking around for a person to tell him where the city was located. A slow, calm river flowed in front of him, and he used the stones to step over to get to the other side. He was in some sort of forest. This was nothing like he had imagined. It seemed like it was in the third, and warmest season that he was in. The climate was much warmer than at sea. He steadied himself upon a rock and sat for a while. Just for a while.

He then dug into his pocket and pulled out his most valuable possessions. Two shillings, a compass, and a locket given to him by his mother. The items had all began to rust a little, but he still kept them close, and protected them like family.

He rubbed the cold, wet metal on the shilling. It shone brightly in the sunlight. His compass seemed to have been defected, as it was now spinning around in all directions. He shoved it back into his pocket. Then, he snapped open the golden locket that had the paper inside. The message which he had only seen once.

The sounds of birds chirping, and the river flowing made him feel happy, and tranquil. But there was a sound that had disrupted his calmness. A scream. An ear piercing scream that could be heard from a mile away. It seem to come from behind him. Again, he began running, but this time in the opposite direction; the one he had come from. It took him about five minutes to jog back. As he looked back at sea, the clouds had returned, and so had the fog. His ship was gone but there was another one on the horizon.

It was being overtaken by the waves, with the waves crashing against the wood, and making holes in the sides. He gasped, and kept on watching. Suddenly, a huge tidal wave came over and wiped out the back of the ship, and it separated from the other half. It sunk miserably into the depths of the sea. The other half was struggling to keep on the surface but was still already dead in his eyes. And just before it was about to sink, he saw something at the front of the ship. It was a wooden cross, and above it were the words Old Cross.

The Escape (short story)

Up there, he could see the spy planes scrape the turquoise ocean up above. Silently, he shivered. And prayed. Crossed his fingers, and made an x over his heart which was pounding faster than the planes in the sky. He tried not to breathe because they were coming for him. Faster. Faster. In his head, he swore he could hear footsteps coming to take him away to that wretched place again. Not anymore. To escape, he had to know where they were. Carefully, he moved his eyes to a small opening in the bush he was hiding behind. The sunlight burned his eyes through; they weren't adjusted to the bright rays. For a minutes, his eyes were set on the same exact spot, and in his head there was just one word that he could grasp. Death.

Then he saw them. Out of the clearing, they walked, covered in dark outfits, the color was not able to be determined. All of a sudden, his heart started to beat rapidly, but he knew the reason. Sweat rolled down is pale cheek and plopped onto the muddy ground. Now, there was no escape, because if he ran, they would see him, and if he stay put they would eventually find him. The heavy scent of smoke came from them, and through the bushes, he he saw the leader of the pack flick a few ashes off his cigar, then throw it onto the dirt. In a foreign language, they were whispering words which he wished he knew. As they drew in closer, he knew he had to run. All he needed was a split second. That second could save his life. So he used it.

The men looked back, but their heads snapped back to their old positions once they heard leaves crackling from aways. The American sprang up and dashed the opposite direction.

"Der Amerikaner ist immer weg!" he exclaimed, as a vein in his neck almost popped.

The American's escape had begun as he ran towards his freedom. This was his only chance, and if things went wrong, he wouldn't be breathing tomorrow. They shouted and swore at him from behind. Though he couldn't understand most of it, he decided that he didn't want to. After several minutes of running, he stopped to take a breath. He looked back, but couldn't see the Germans. He sat on the ground and lay against a dying bush. Scrapes and bruises covered his body. There was a deep, bloody gash in his arm that went from his elbow halfway across his arm. Suddenly, he heard a rustling. He stopped breathing and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened one eye. Quickly, a squirrel rolled upon his legs, then scurried away. He took a long, deep breath of exhaustion. Being in the sunlight felt so good. Its warm, mysterious rays almost made him want to fall asleep. He closed his eyes, but wasn't planning to fall asleep...

"I've found den bösen Schuft. Es ist Zeit für sein Ende." the leader said. The American's eyes crunched open, and his vision was groggy. He then saw them, and his heart skipped a beat. But while he was asleep, he realized that it was better this way. Freedom.

The Germans continued to talk not noticing that he was awake. At this point, the American was content. The German took out a knife and smoothly ran his fingers along the steel blade that shimmered in the sunlight.

"Goodbye Amerikaner," the leader muttered. With that he took the blade and forced it into the American's shoulder. His shirt was stained dark red after the blood in that area had evacuated from his body. The German then took the American's head, and pushed it onto the ground.

"Der Schurke ist noch atmen," the German growled angrily. The American took slow, deep breaths, the last ones he would encounter, as he let the pain take over. The German proceeded to pull a pistol from his belt. After stuttering some words to himself, he took aim at the American't chest. He loaded it, then scoped at his target. Finally, he took a deep breath, then without hesitation, pulled the trigger, and threw the gun onto the American's chest where it had already begun to bleed out. It was escaping from his body, causing his vision to become bright. The pain was excruciating, but he didn't think about it. The American's head fell to one side and he mouthed the word freedom. Then, he saw the Germans walk off into the distance.

The American whispered, "I'm coming," then died a slow painful death, however knowing that he was already there.

Braces Hurt... :(

AAHHHH. I just got braces, and it hurts a lot! The first couple hours it doesn't hurt, and when the dentist puts it, it doesn't hurt. But about three to five hours later, it tightens up and squeezes your teeth, and it hurts. A lot. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to sleep tonight. I took one Ibuprofen, which better work, cause my mouth feels like it's exploding. Did I mention, my mouth hurts?

I got bright green, which is pretty cool btw. I've got to sleep now. CYa..