Chapter 1- In the Beginning

[disnee15]

Paul Smith walked over the desolate, dark wasteland, that was once the capitol of Wyoming.It was the year 2002. The second day of the eleventh month. November 2nd. It was over. It was finally over.
"Come out! Come out of your shelters," Paul yelled, "It is a new day, the air is clean, and the war... It's over!"
At once there was the loud sound of opening doors, and the sound of relif from hundreds of people. A man walked over to Paul.
"How do you know that it is over? Was there some notice, some..." He did not have time to finish, for there was a loud boom, and the sound of corpses hitting the floor was iminent in the air. A small missle had landed in the middle of the group, ultimatly destroying this small group of civilians.
This had been happening for weeks now, even since the beginning. Ever since President George W. had declared war on the Iraquians. He didn't realize though, that all of Husseins threats were real, not empty as he supposed. If only he had know about the Cubans. Oh God, the Cubans were the allies of the Iraquians all these years. Why hadn't he seen it? If only he hadn't done it. If only he didn't sa those words. But he did, and he realized that it had been the biggest mistake of his life.

 

[CruiserDew73]

Wow. Thats really well writen. No attack on u though, but u really oughtta watch wut u post, especially with using real people. It's written nicely though.

 

[disnee15]

Yish, I noticed that, but thats the only time so far that I actually say anything about the president expect for a short convorsation.... thanks andrew

 

[MagicalTink]

wow...very well written.
i wrote one dealing with the war with my lil fanfics.
A Soldier's Letter

I remember watching it. Having my eldest brother run in at 8:30, I think. He yelled at me. The first thought that ran to my mind was that I was in trouble. I didn't know what I had done or if my other brother got me in trouble for nothing. I even had a plan of revenge if that was the case. He was shouting sentence after sentence like my general that gives orders. I saw my whole life run through my mind for some reason and I remember feeling dazed. I walked into the room and saw all my brothers around the tv. Zoned out on something. Mindless words from news anchors filled the room. My closest brother looked up at me. His eyes were scared,shocked, so many emotions just flashing over them like a movie screen. I sat infront of him on the floor. And that's when I saw it. The plane. It soared in like a swan in persuit of a lake. But the hit was anything but a graceful splash. I can't describe the tears, the endless prayers, the squeezing of shoulders and nervous grins in hopes of comfort, but then again you might already know how that feels. But watching the planes drop from the air like rocks a child throws into the sea hurt so much. America was changed. In one single moment, one stupid mistake, one more innocent life was lost. I didn't know what to do. None of us did. We tried to forget, to still go on with our everyday lives, but it felt like eyes of some unknown country always fell on us, always watching. What did we do wrong? Why couldn't we have argued over peace instead of war? This was over two years ago. After we bombed Iraq, Baghdad if you'd like to be spacific, on March 19th 2003 at 9:30pm easter standard time, I was at home listening from the hallway as my mother burst into tears. They needed as many troops as they could rally and my father almost went but I felt I had some sort of job to protect my family, even in a foreign land. So I was drafted. I remember going on the boat over to the war grounds. Tasting the salty air, breathing my last breaths of freedom. I was only trying to serve my country. I had no idea what I was doing, what I was getting myself into. I just wanted to go home. To stand on Lady Liberty's soil of freedom. That was six months ago. I'm writing to myself, my broken self. I don't know why. I guess it helps me to clear my mind for something drastic. It's raining here, and it's the middle of the night. I just finished lacing up my boots before I started this. We're leaving. Tonight. In about two minutes I have to give my name to my commanding general and I'll be gone, lost in the sea of the now mushy sands of nothingness. I can hear the footsteps of men just like me, caught in confusion in why we are really here. I run my fingers through my now shorter hair. I'm not even who I was, I've got to remember what to tell him, I've got to stay all here. He knows what I was, that I have no idea what to do. He calls me kid, never did catch my real name, takes me under his wing. He just poked his head in here, rain coat over his head. He stepped in with a clipboard and sat near me so he could catch some ray of light from the candle i had dancing in the night. "Cmon kid, just gimme yer name and we're out." he said, his dark eyes starring into mine, searching my soul. I sucked in a deep breath tasting the odor of sand, wet, muddy sand. It wasn't pleasent like the sand you'd smell at the beach, this smelled of chemicals, gun powder, and hate. I blew out the candle before I stated my name. "Carter, Nickolas."

its really nothing but ive got more if youd like to read some just email me

 

[TiggerBelle05]

wow.............both were deep but disnee15 just watch what u post.............

 

[MickeyMouse418]

both of those are really good