Words Understanding Everything

Words Understanding Everything

Day 234

The dirt and mud have taken quite a toll on my breathing. It’s hard to breath under these conditions anyways. Today I saw death straight in the eyes, more than once, maybe twice. I wrote about the limbs that touched me. I wrote about all the blood that was spilled, with a pounding glare into my soul. It’s terrifying knowing that anyone who walks towards me is bound to have some sort of hatred consisting my race. I’m scared. I’ll write about frights, delights of the enemies, tears, blood. I don’t know how longer ill be able to keep this up. The farms I steal from are running out, the hunted animals seem to be scarce or inexistent. I’ll try to survive, in fact, I’ll write about survival. These poems seem to be the only thing that keeps me thinking and constantly running…

MBK


Day 257

No food today. I dream of eating a warm stew, in the comfort of an American home, next to the ones I love. Depression seems to be my only friend. Hunger rises and takes over the senses I have left. I can only write and hope for some kind of miracle that would save me from this retched sand dune in which I take refuge right now. I’ll write about food today, since it seems to be the only comfort in my thoughts. I’m hoping for something good to come my way…

MBK


Day 278

I am scarred by the fact that death claimed innocent people today. As I sat, taking refuge under a moldy building, I saw the life of innocent children swept away by the ballistic pressure of an automatic weapon. I have to write about freedom. I will pay tribute to the life of all the innocents in this country. Something must be done. The horrors of war continue to rise and generations to come are destined to die in that horror, unless someone writes something against anything that approves that conduct. Innocent parents will lose their children, soldiers will die, and many will suffer even if their bodies aren’t present in the war zone. I will write about breaking the oppression that brings unnecessary death…

MBK


Day 346

This will be a quick entry. Soldiers are following me. I must write about what I have seen before it’s too late. I have seen the primary goal of my mission. Nuclear warheads are being mass-produced under the building marked APO345. They were misleading us all along! How could we be so naïve and believe the information brought in by that unreliable source. It is certain I will die. I hear their voices getting closer, speaking indistinguishably a foreign language. May my poems be published and my work reviewed. I must die in peace. I give you a year of my life in the form of literature, whomever gets this. This is my goodbye…

MBK


He quickly made a hole on the soft ground, flipped a switch that was found attached to the journal and placed the journal inside the hole. He buried the proof that death will come in the future. Soldiers then took him away as innocent people saw the torture that comes by trying to prevent a horrid act from happening…


Day 1

I was told about my mission today. It has something to do with a building labeled as BR678. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I intend in writing about it and I swear I will not give up on my objective, no matter what. A homing beacon has been placed on my journal, so I must leave a legacy in these words just in case my body doesn’t make it. I’m in this plane flying over seas to an exiting adventure. I can’t wait to see what’s in stored for me. That’s it for now. I will write about my plane ride later on today…

MBK

I like how the timing's set up, and it seems like an interesting premise for a story so far. I particularly liked the numbered days.
I'm unsure whether to advise you to try to develop the main character's voice a little more, because I haven't really seen any other characters. On the other hand, in a first person narration written as a diary, I suppose developing their voice never hurts.
About the formatting, is the MBK your method of separating sections or is it the main character's signature?

Its the signature

hey
This will probably sound harsher than I mean it to, but I thought that your character's voice was kind of confused in places, and this made reading it and working out what was going on a bit hard... but then the further I got, the more I felt I understood and the ending was... wow. I got that this character was stuck in some time loop, or forgot what had happened before? Or is that completely wrong? Whatever, I thought it was good. Honestly

I will, however, try and give you some pointers.

It’s hard to breath under these conditions anyways.

OK, firstly the spelling's wrong: "breathe" also, this was where I felt most confused about your, because how they talk after this is really beautiful and poetic so I didn't feel "anyways" was something they'd say xD

I don’t know how longer ill be able to keep this up.

"ill" - really? Your writing is so much better than this!! Silly mistakes...

It’s terrifying knowing that anyone who walks towards me is bound to have some sort of hatred consisting my race.

I think "concerning my race" is what you're after

I hear their voices getting closer, speaking indistinguishably a foreign language.

"speaking indistinguishably in a foreign language"

He quickly made a hole on the soft ground, flipped a switch that was found attached to the journal and placed the journal inside the hole. He buried the proof that death will come in the future. Soldiers then took him away as innocent people saw the torture that comes by trying to prevent a horrid act from happening…

For such a significant change of voice, I'd put this in italics.

So yeah. Pretty darn good

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