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Bullets rained down on me as I ran across trying to find cover in this barren wasteland. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I took down the enemy one after the other, each only taking one shot. Their numbers had dwindled but there were still enough to cause doubt to enter my mind. Ignoring those odds, I continued to battle fearlessly with one prominent thought running through my mind: I'm going to go back home alive. Suddenly there was complete silence. I could no longer hear any bullets being fired, the sound of thunder that had been ringing in my ears for what had seemed like years, simply ceased to exist in a split second. No longer w

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Silence surrounded me. The only sounds to be heard for miles and miles were each and every one of my breaths as I lay there in the swaths of grass; thinking of everything, yet nothing that really mattered. Watching as each luminous sphere of plasma revealed itself, claiming its rightful place in that inky black void that we call our night sky. All the while marvelling at the entirety of this great expanse that lies above and mulling over the fact that the entire world, and its seven billion inhabitants, reside in those infinite clutches. Simultaneously I find my thoughts wandering off to my ubiquitous yest

I can never forget what had happened on that day, the day I almost died. It was dark, dark enough to fool everyone into thinking that it was still night; the first ray of light yet to shoot up into the sky and tell the moon that her shift was over. I had decided to start the day with a swim while there was still peace and quiet to be found. I swam away from the shore, floating along the waves, letting them carry me away into the serenity that is the sea. I swam for an hour, maybe two, who knows...time was of no importance there. Then, as I was about to begin my trek back to reality, the water seemed to suddenly awaken, pushing me further ou

Peaceful.  Content. That's all one could feel on a day like this. Sitting on an old creaky bench, trying to sort your thoughts out enough for you to scribble them down, onto your still-blank piece of paper. Hoping that you will be able to string together some words and make a coherent sentence.  No smells finding their way through your nostrils, all you can sense is the frigid yet pleasant air that surrounds this place. The leaves rustling around you, paying their last respects to those heroes who have lost their lives in their battle against the wind and their own old age. Cracks in the painted walls that lie behind these trees, all of them