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Chapter Five
Wicked flames leap tall around mighty trees. All animals flee from the fire and the night is screaming with the cries of wildlife and the sounds of burning bush. A line of soldiers weaves carefully through the flames until they reach a wide sandy beach. In front of then, in the silent moonlit ocean, sit the ominous forms of enemy sea craft. Behind them the flames still rage through the trees, sending ash and smoke up into the air. The small band of men walks down the water which is glowing red. One man dips his hand into the waves and splashes it over his face. Suddenly he reels backwards, clawing at his face.
“Blood! Blood!” he shouts wildly. The other men try to hush him in panicked whispers. They turn to look at the water again and realise with cold horror what the panicked man meant. The sea, which they had thought to be red with the flames reflection, was in fact an ocean of blood. All the men spin around, retching, only to find themselves encircled by dark figures holding guns. Suddenly, the backdrop of flames dissolves and all men, enemies and allies, are standing on an island of blood red sand surrounded by a sea of shadows. Turing wildly, Peter sees that the ocean too has disappeared and they are surround by enemy soldiers on all sides. One man tries to run towards the enemy but he is shot dead before he has made three steps, the gunshots echoing loudly; mocking them. Peter feels a touch on his shoulder and turns to find Annie staring into his eyes. But she is not Annie as he last saw her, she is the Annie he fell in love with when they were both young; her dark hair pinned back neatly and her thoughtful eyes painted with simple makeup. He glances up at a sharp sound, to see one of his enemies raising his gun, the barrel pointing directly at Annie. As the bullet leaves the gun in a violent explosion, Peter throws himself in front of her. He feels the sharp jab as the bullet enters his heart and as the scene disappears around him he faintly hears a bird singing. Its tune calls to his aching body, calls for relief and for an end to it all.
Gasping for air he wakes in bed to realise the pain wasn’t in his dream. It is the same pain he felt earlier and as his arms and legs go numb he knows he is dying. Suddenly in his mind, everything comes before him. The horrors of the war fade with his sight and the love for his dear Annie surrounds him like a cloud, making the last pains of death vanish.
So, gently, in the middle of the night, in a silent and empty house, Peter Sameth dies.
Finally at peace.
i still dont knwo what to call this story, but name or not it is finished now and all here, on my blog. so like it or lump it. boy oh boy it is really hot today. the cats are just puddles of melting icecream, the trees are limp biscuits wilting from the hot tea, i am a sleeping lioness under the shade of the only tree for miles in the wide grassy plains of africa. hmmm...metaphors. pretty bad ones too. sorry bout that.
well, am going to the beach tomorow with bree (anonymouse to you). i hope we can go swimming- it should be hot enough thats for sure. but i bet it will be PACKED!! i got tons of new summer clothes recently. i got two three quetr pants, two pairs of shorts, three singlets, one tshirt one long sleeved shirt and one pair of bathers (bikini). i am in love with my bathers and i cant wait till i can wear them. they are the most perfect pair i have ever had. they are a colour called marine blue and they have the most perfect cut, design, shape whatever! they are cool! also, i found the most WICKED pair of shoes at a discount store but CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!! they had it in every size but mine...EVERY OTHER SIZE!!!! i hate that sooooooooooo much!!! anyway, i have also recently fallen in love with michael buble (thats isnt pronounced bubble though). he is dangerously handsome and has such a great vioce!!! ahhhhh....sorry roger, your on the backseat until you win the australian open again. and... THE HOPMAN CUP DOESNT HAVE SWITZERLAND IN IT!!!!! how could they????????? anytootle, id better choof off and do somehting useful. i hope you like the rest of my story, see you next week dear glog blog and cheerio to....ahhh who am i kidding...no one is actually reading this!
Chapter Five
Wicked flames leap tall around mighty trees. All animals flee from the fire and the night is screaming with the cries of wildlife and the sounds of burning bush. A line of soldiers weaves carefully through the flames until they reach a wide sandy beach. In front of then, in the silent moonlit ocean, sit the ominous forms of enemy sea craft. Behind them the flames still rage through the trees, sending ash and smoke up into the air. The small band of men walks down the water which is glowing red. One man dips his hand into the waves and splashes it over his face. Suddenly he reels backwards, clawing at his face.
“Blood! Blood!” he shouts wildly. The other men try to hush him in panicked whispers. They turn to look at the water again and realise with cold horror what the panicked man meant. The sea, which they had thought to be red with the flames reflection, was in fact an ocean of blood. All the men spin around, retching, only to find themselves encircled by dark figures holding guns. Suddenly, the backdrop of flames dissolves and all men, enemies and allies, are standing on an island of blood red sand surrounded by a sea of shadows. Turing wildly, Peter sees that the ocean too has disappeared and they are surround by enemy soldiers on all sides. One man tries to run towards the enemy but he is shot dead before he has made three steps, the gunshots echoing loudly; mocking them. Peter feels a touch on his shoulder and turns to find Annie staring into his eyes. But she is not Annie as he last saw her, she is the Annie he fell in love with when they were both young; her dark hair pinned back neatly and her thoughtful eyes painted with simple makeup. He glances up at a sharp sound, to see one of his enemies raising his gun, the barrel pointing directly at Annie. As the bullet leaves the gun in a violent explosion, Peter throws himself in front of her. He feels the sharp jab as the bullet enters his heart and as the scene disappears around him he faintly hears a bird singing. Its tune calls to his aching body, calls for relief and for an end to it all.
Gasping for air he wakes in bed to realise the pain wasn’t in his dream. It is the same pain he felt earlier and as his arms and legs go numb he knows he is dying. Suddenly in his mind, everything comes before him. The horrors of the war fade with his sight and the love for his dear Annie surrounds him like a cloud, making the last pains of death vanish.
So, gently, in the middle of the night, in a silent and empty house, Peter Sameth dies.
Finally at peace.
i still dont knwo what to call this story, but name or not it is finished now and all here, on my blog. so like it or lump it. boy oh boy it is really hot today. the cats are just puddles of melting icecream, the trees are limp biscuits wilting from the hot tea, i am a sleeping lioness under the shade of the only tree for miles in the wide grassy plains of africa. hmmm...metaphors. pretty bad ones too. sorry bout that.
well, am going to the beach tomorow with bree (anonymouse to you). i hope we can go swimming- it should be hot enough thats for sure. but i bet it will be PACKED!! i got tons of new summer clothes recently. i got two three quetr pants, two pairs of shorts, three singlets, one tshirt one long sleeved shirt and one pair of bathers (bikini). i am in love with my bathers and i cant wait till i can wear them. they are the most perfect pair i have ever had. they are a colour called marine blue and they have the most perfect cut, design, shape whatever! they are cool! also, i found the most WICKED pair of shoes at a discount store but CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!! they had it in every size but mine...EVERY OTHER SIZE!!!! i hate that sooooooooooo much!!! anyway, i have also recently fallen in love with michael buble (thats isnt pronounced bubble though). he is dangerously handsome and has such a great vioce!!! ahhhhh....sorry roger, your on the backseat until you win the australian open again. and... THE HOPMAN CUP DOESNT HAVE SWITZERLAND IN IT!!!!! how could they????????? anytootle, id better choof off and do somehting useful. i hope you like the rest of my story, see you next week dear glog blog and cheerio to....ahhh who am i kidding...no one is actually reading this!
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