Tuesday, 7 February 2017
My Death In Words
It was here. The letter. The dreadful, dangerous letter. Mum cried, Dad said it was the right thing, and I just stood there like an idiot. I didn't know what to say. I mean, a letter saying that I, Joshua Jenkins, needed to go to war, was enough to make me speechless. A few days after the letter, I left. The train ride was painful and tiring and the noise was SO loud! It wasn't as loud as the gunshots on the battlefield. It also wasn't as loud as the wailing of the soldiers in hospital. It also wasn't as loud as my scream when that horrible machine killed me.
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2 comments:
Really Interesting story Alma. Your title made me want to read this Story.
Your story was really interesting, I didn't even expect him dying in the end. Also, I dont think you can put a and after a comma. But althogether your story was great.
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