Friday 6 December 2019

Writing


Everywhere I look I see people with fire. "This is the day we rise, this is the day that we take back our home" Yells the person up at the front "Yeah" everyone screams in unison. Swoosh everyone is running. The ground is thundering at my feet. Everyone is charging at the opposing countrymen. Blood, everywhere. As I close my eyes. I do not want too see this horrible sight in front of me.

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