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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Shudder

By Lauren Varley, year 7, The Ladies’ College

Bullets pierced the air and craters from bombshells littered the ground, as abundant as bread in a bakery; death, cold and hard. I tried so hard to block out the sound, but it was impossible.

We’d now been here for seven days of constant fighting and murder. The war itself had been going on for much longer, twenty whole years, and my whole life had been building up to this moment, and now it was here. I was crouched in a crater waiting for the right moment to charge and most certainly die. “Get down!” Commanders yelled. Other words were screamed in some foreign language I didn’t know. I was too scared to move but terrified to stay, I was glued in place.

When you’re on the verge of death you notice the world around you so much more. Every single blade of grass, how the clouds fly so gracefully in the sapphire sky. How the rabbits leap and hop so happily, they don’t know there’s a war on. A dreary, stone cold war. Millions of lives had been lost already, was my life to be next? I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t notice the soldier tumble into my crater, however when I did, I was unable to function. My stomach lurched, my hand quivered, my heart fell into a crater of its own. I hardly dared to breathe.

The moment my thoughts returned to me, I reached for my gun and almost in unison, we both pointed them at each other. I heard a gunshot ring out clear in the crisp air. I was dead, I had to be. But there was light! And as my eyes opened, I saw a limp, slumped man staring across at me.
He was dead and I had killed him.

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