01/10/2013 Catherine Johnson http://www.catherinejohnson.co.uk

[WP Central]

The sea shone silver under the largest moon he'd seen since the war. He tried to ignore the sounds of the battle that burst inside his head and concentrate on the light but when that didn't work he pushed himself up off his bed and picked up his gun.

 

[Stefany Anne]

The gun was a small pistol, yet it felt as if he had been reunited with an old friend. He looked out of the window of his small hut, and for a second, just a single second, he felt as if he was back on the battlefield, with the war. He slipped his battered leather boots on, and trudged outside.

 

He was now in the scenery of a bloody, gruesome war, bombshells flying, and the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears, soldiers screaming war cries as they plunged into no-man’s land for the sake of their country.  But soon it was all gone, and he was back at his home, on his knees in the cold sand, his gun lying on the floor. He stood up shivering, the wind blowing against his face. He missed the old days; he missed those crazy days in the local bar, drinking with his friends and fellow soldiers. But those days were gone. He so badly wanted to see his friends again.

 

It seemed like an eternity ago since his last battle. He could see in his mind, that same bullet, tearing through the wind and into his flesh, tearing his thigh apart. He remembered his gruesome battle against surgery as the doctors had to amputate his leg. It took up 2 years of his life to mend his leg, 2 years of his life wasted and gone, and he just couldn’t get past that. He wanted to make up for those 2 years taken away from him, but he just couldn’t see how to. His friends were dead from the war; his parents were killed in a freak accident in a brick factory when he was 4. He needed inspiration and an ambition to take his mind of the past. After all, he had nothing to lose. But as people always say, “you can do anything if you just put your mind into it”…

By Bryan Soo & Harun Knight- Garden International School, KL, Malaysia

[WP Central]

All was calm around him, the sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze and yet his mind was in turmoil, why could he not just relax? It seemed he needed the adrenalin rush of warfare, he craved it like a smoker craves cigarettes and he was powerless to resist the pull to get back into his former life. "I think it's time to take the Major up on his offer" he thought, referring to a plea from an old comrade wanting him to join a covert unit of mercenaries helping out in war zones around the world. It would be mainly a back room position , supporting the guys in the field but it was better than nothing. Sighing he pulled out his phone, pressed a quick dial code and said one word before hanging up "yes".

Bev Humphrey, Write Path Founder

[Ruan Peat]

Sighing he pulled out his phone, pressed a quick dial number and said one word before hanging up 'Yes'. Coming off the phone he felt brilliant. just a few days before he received a phone call form the army he used to be part of, they asked him if he would like to come to Afghanistan to inspire the wounded soldiers. he looked forward to it with pleasure.

by Abbie, Chloe, Carly, Erin and Kara. Wick High School

[R Buckland]

It felt like weeks until he set foot on the plane to Afghanistan; the engine was humming as he sat down on the plane. “At last” he though as he fell asleep in his chair.

“John... John! You are going to be O,  the doctor will fix that leg...John stay with me”.

 He woke with a start “just a bad dream” he told himself anyway, something that happened years ago. The captain announced “The aeroplane set for Afghanistan will be touching down in ten minutes”.

“At last, Afghanistan” he said.

And the plane suddenly made a loud explosion!

The aeroplane juddered and shook, and when John looked out the window he saw the aeroplane was plummeting into the ocean! 

This is the captain speaking we are having sum..... technical difficulties, please keep calm.

There was wild screaming as the aeroplane skydived to the sea below. But surprisingly, John was calm and seemed to greet his fate.

SPLASH!

As the aeroplane started to sink he along with other passengers managed to escape through an open door. He swam to the beach...out of breath he stood up and saw that he was stuck and alone on a beach in Afghanistan.

 

Eleanor Hewitt from Ripley St Thomas CE Academy.        

 

[Allison Painich]

As he stood in the sand, he couldn't believe what just happened. All these thoughts rushing through his head. "How could this happen? I was so close to getting my leg taken care of, but then coincidentally, this happens," he thought to himself. He yelled with anger, "Hey! Is anyone there?" The sight of this devastating tragedy was too much for him to handle. He had acknowledged that night was coming soon, so he searched for wooden sticks, started a fire, and relaxed for a bit to put things together in his head.

Ran-Beverly and Daniela
MS 319
New York City, New York