Young Writers Society

Left to die by my own platoon, left in the middle of this city of ruins. No one knows it name or even its origin. All I have is my notebook as my rifle and my pen as my bullets. My partner was herded away with the rest of the soldiers that ran away from the face of death. They left there rifles on the floor and ran from there honor. Abandoned there partners and their duty. Never to be seen again by the rest of us. They will go home and claim all the wonders they saw, all the battles they fought, and all the souls they have claimed. But it is all lies of the insecure, where the frightened hide and the cowards rot, where the mighty and the fearsome will be shot down with such ease. So I lay on the church stoop looking into the face of the enemy. These enemies were once my brothers, my sisters, and my family. Until they saw a glimpse of weakness, and struck me with the butt of there rifles with no mercy. So I stare down at the backstabbers. The people that have betrayed my trust. I look at the rifles they choose to use, the bullets they choose to fire at there chosen enemies. They function like robots. They take orders not matter how cruel and dark they are. And follow them with a cold heart and smite the innocent on there way there. They do not know what honor is. They may know what it is like to be a soldier but they don't know what it is like to be a hero. They don't know what it is like hold a rifle and someone’s heart at the same time.

So I stand here with my lost brothers. A few soldiers that choose to face death and use there rifles to smite down our enemies. Different languages, different cultures, different religions, but we all are brought together for a cause. A revolution before we fall to the bullets of hate and anger. Some of us may make it, some us may not. Some of use may live to tell the story of the horror we have faced. So as we prepare to face our end, I will rejoice. For when i die all who read my notebook will see the horrors and joys of life.

For all the women, men, and children that read it will see my message of hope. So grab your rifles and hold them close to your heart. Hell on earth has arrived and we will stand against it, for even if we die, they will find our notebooks. And I shall smile when my blood will be sprinkled over the minds of the young.

There it is. My first entry on this site. I hope you guys liked it. I can take constructive criticism so throw at me what ever you got.