a story i've been working on for a while (unnamed)
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Chapter 1 Part 3
Before I knew, something went past my head. It was a mosquito. A large mosquito. It buzzed and shot past my ears like one of the warplanes that the Germans used. Another mosquito flew by, this time louder. It was fast. I never saw any of them go by, but I sure heard them.
I clutched the sack that I had been collecting my cedar wood in and stuck the tiny axe that I used to scrape the flesh off of the trees in my back pocket and bolted. I heard the scream again. Loud. The scream ran through those woods like the sound of the Panzers that ran through the streets. Footsteps could be heard headed the way of the scream.
I cowered down behind a large granite boulder that happened to be there and watched around the corner of it. There, I saw several Nazi night guards. They were standing over something like a hunting hound does when it finally gets a kill. The Nazis were the hounds. The scream was the kill.
A faint, almost raspy third yelp came out of the kill before it stopped all together. The forest floor was covered in fallen maple. The leaves scattered the once barren floor of that cold forest. I heard a voice come out of one of the Germans. They spoke in German and I couldn’t understand. They uttered one phrase that I could barely make out, “There’s another one.” My heart stopped and my face turned blue. I didn’t breathe for a whole three minutes, trying to hide the sound. I knew that they were talking about me. The guards uttered some words in German and scattered.
I quietly crawled over to the body. My eyes stung when I looked down at the face of that child. That child was my younger sister. I stroked her dusty blonde hair and her eyes fluttered open. She whispered my name and I told her it would be alright. There was blood seeping onto her little gray coverup. I had realized at that time that those mosquitos, were bullets. Bullets from the German guns. As soon as I realized that, I ran to get my sack that carried the cedar. I came back moments later and found my sister lying there. I whispered her name and mumbled, “все будет отлично” - everything will be okay. In that short time, I watched as she took her last breath.
{i will update in two days}
Before I knew, something went past my head. It was a mosquito. A large mosquito. It buzzed and shot past my ears like one of the warplanes that the Germans used. Another mosquito flew by, this time louder. It was fast. I never saw any of them go by, but I sure heard them.
I clutched the sack that I had been collecting my cedar wood in and stuck the tiny axe that I used to scrape the flesh off of the trees in my back pocket and bolted. I heard the scream again. Loud. The scream ran through those woods like the sound of the Panzers that ran through the streets. Footsteps could be heard headed the way of the scream.
I cowered down behind a large granite boulder that happened to be there and watched around the corner of it. There, I saw several Nazi night guards. They were standing over something like a hunting hound does when it finally gets a kill. The Nazis were the hounds. The scream was the kill.
A faint, almost raspy third yelp came out of the kill before it stopped all together. The forest floor was covered in fallen maple. The leaves scattered the once barren floor of that cold forest. I heard a voice come out of one of the Germans. They spoke in German and I couldn’t understand. They uttered one phrase that I could barely make out, “There’s another one.” My heart stopped and my face turned blue. I didn’t breathe for a whole three minutes, trying to hide the sound. I knew that they were talking about me. The guards uttered some words in German and scattered.
I quietly crawled over to the body. My eyes stung when I looked down at the face of that child. That child was my younger sister. I stroked her dusty blonde hair and her eyes fluttered open. She whispered my name and I told her it would be alright. There was blood seeping onto her little gray coverup. I had realized at that time that those mosquitos, were bullets. Bullets from the German guns. As soon as I realized that, I ran to get my sack that carried the cedar. I came back moments later and found my sister lying there. I whispered her name and mumbled, “все будет отлично” - everything will be okay. In that short time, I watched as she took her last breath.
{i will update in two days}
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haha thanks, i've actually gotten offers by some of my dad's publishing friends.. i don't know how much of that's true but we'll see.You're going to publish this right ? Because this is just amazinggg
Chapter 1 Part 4 (end of chapter 1)
The days following the death of my sister were hard on us all. The thought of my sister’s blank eyes gazing up at me and the silent sky that night blanketed my thoughts like a cloud of thick fog blankets a quiet harbor city. Our days consisted of blank stares, and quick remarks to each other. We were all mortified by the death of my younger sister. Somehow, like I always did, I put the blame on myself. I felt as if I stepped out and attacked the guards that it could’ve somehow saved my sister.
Later that evening, I walked outside. It was early February and the Russian winter was coming to a close. Tiny snowflakes danced all around me. It was beautiful.. beautiful.. that’s a word I haven’t used in a while. I gazed up at the pitch black sky, littered with the clear flakes. They twinkled like stars. Little did I know, those stars would come back. Those beautiful, white, one of a kind stars that trickled down the moonlit night like candle wax trickles down a candlestick.
It was late September of 1943 when I saw the stars again. I gazed out my window and saw them falling, ever so slowly- tumbling down to earth. I walked outside to see them. The stars got closer and closer, I could almost touch them. Hundreds of them at once, all falling towards our city. What did our city do to deserve such a miracle? The stars were spectacular, but- It was a blessing in disguise. As the stars spiraled towards the Russian soil below, there were explosions near the east part of the city. The stars were falling and falling until finally it all just went black, as black as the night sky the first time the stars fell.
I woke up, covered in rubble. My hearing was weak, and my ears buzzed. I wiped my eyes and glanced around at the ruins around me. The stars were not the snowflakes I had seen months prior. The stars I had seen were Soviet bombs. Operation Barbarossa failed and the Soviet Army was pushing back into Europe. Over one million Soviet soldiers were steadily marching towards Smolensk, our city lay defenseless to the immense Soviet force. The battle began shortly after the stars fell.
It was harder this time. The war decimated everything. Everyone and everything the war came in contact with was obliterated. More families were severed and more lives were lost. The Nazis were losing. The city hardly recovered from the first battle. The second battle gave no mercy to the weak city.
After a month of intense conflict and confrontation between Nazi and Soviet soldiers, Nazi occupied Smolensk turned into Soviet occupied Smolensk. The Red Army raised the hammer and sickle everywhere possible. The fall of Smolensk was a great victory for the Soviets, the base for the army to further their liberation campaign of Belarus and East Poland.
I learned to never trust the stars, the stars may twinkle and appear to be beautiful- but in reality, they’re just the same as humans. They seek destruction. A star eventually implodes in on itself when it gets too much power. The same thing with humanity. Eventually, humanity will breathe its final breath just like a star does. We fight and kill each other for what cost? Are all of the eyes that will never see the beauty of a star, see their children take their first steps, see the love of their life’s hand carefully intertwined into theirs, or let alone see daylight again-- justified? My time under Nazi occupation made me realize how bitter humanity is. Innocent people lose their lives becoming victims of our war games.. When will we learn?
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sorry for the late upload, i will upload as soon as i have more content. thanks for being patient.
The days following the death of my sister were hard on us all. The thought of my sister’s blank eyes gazing up at me and the silent sky that night blanketed my thoughts like a cloud of thick fog blankets a quiet harbor city. Our days consisted of blank stares, and quick remarks to each other. We were all mortified by the death of my younger sister. Somehow, like I always did, I put the blame on myself. I felt as if I stepped out and attacked the guards that it could’ve somehow saved my sister.
Later that evening, I walked outside. It was early February and the Russian winter was coming to a close. Tiny snowflakes danced all around me. It was beautiful.. beautiful.. that’s a word I haven’t used in a while. I gazed up at the pitch black sky, littered with the clear flakes. They twinkled like stars. Little did I know, those stars would come back. Those beautiful, white, one of a kind stars that trickled down the moonlit night like candle wax trickles down a candlestick.
It was late September of 1943 when I saw the stars again. I gazed out my window and saw them falling, ever so slowly- tumbling down to earth. I walked outside to see them. The stars got closer and closer, I could almost touch them. Hundreds of them at once, all falling towards our city. What did our city do to deserve such a miracle? The stars were spectacular, but- It was a blessing in disguise. As the stars spiraled towards the Russian soil below, there were explosions near the east part of the city. The stars were falling and falling until finally it all just went black, as black as the night sky the first time the stars fell.
I woke up, covered in rubble. My hearing was weak, and my ears buzzed. I wiped my eyes and glanced around at the ruins around me. The stars were not the snowflakes I had seen months prior. The stars I had seen were Soviet bombs. Operation Barbarossa failed and the Soviet Army was pushing back into Europe. Over one million Soviet soldiers were steadily marching towards Smolensk, our city lay defenseless to the immense Soviet force. The battle began shortly after the stars fell.
It was harder this time. The war decimated everything. Everyone and everything the war came in contact with was obliterated. More families were severed and more lives were lost. The Nazis were losing. The city hardly recovered from the first battle. The second battle gave no mercy to the weak city.
After a month of intense conflict and confrontation between Nazi and Soviet soldiers, Nazi occupied Smolensk turned into Soviet occupied Smolensk. The Red Army raised the hammer and sickle everywhere possible. The fall of Smolensk was a great victory for the Soviets, the base for the army to further their liberation campaign of Belarus and East Poland.
I learned to never trust the stars, the stars may twinkle and appear to be beautiful- but in reality, they’re just the same as humans. They seek destruction. A star eventually implodes in on itself when it gets too much power. The same thing with humanity. Eventually, humanity will breathe its final breath just like a star does. We fight and kill each other for what cost? Are all of the eyes that will never see the beauty of a star, see their children take their first steps, see the love of their life’s hand carefully intertwined into theirs, or let alone see daylight again-- justified? My time under Nazi occupation made me realize how bitter humanity is. Innocent people lose their lives becoming victims of our war games.. When will we learn?
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sorry for the late upload, i will upload as soon as i have more content. thanks for being patient.
This reminds me of a little short story called "The Blitz," a very deepThis is amazing writing with depth and emotion. If you feel comfortable you should definitely consider sharing this with a publisher and editor. You are an AMAZING writer and I feel you should use your gift to impact others. 
thank you!! i actually have two requests from publishers to publish my book once i finish writing it. i have already dropped out of public school and am taking online classes to help me in writing this story, i have a lot more than this done but i'm still having some writer's block. i'll most likely upload again some time this week. thanks for your feedback, it is much appreciated.This reminds me of a little short story called "The Blitz," a very deepThis is amazing writing with depth and emotion. If you feel comfortable you should definitely consider sharing this with a publisher and editor. You are an AMAZING writer and I feel you should use your gift to impact others.
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