The battle of my life

Running for cover it was the end, my bleeding shoulder was killing me, my body throbbed with pain and the lack of blood made my vision blur.  The trench wasn't far, I heard the word "intruder" and I could hear the rifles hit the wood on the top of the trench wall. Another voice called out "take another step and we'll shoot." I cried out "would you really shoot me?  I'm on your side, I've been shot in the shoulder."  That's when my life was about to end. I fell over in a patch of poppies left to die, my vision darkened into blackness forever more. 

LEST WE FORGET.

By Hannah

Remembering what happened

I remember the feeling of blood trickling down my face, people screaming and shouting everywhere dead bodies lying in front of me. I start moving I can hear the crunching of the poppies at my feet. My body was starting to ache, the strength was draining from my body I’m beginning to struggle with my gun in my hands. I dropped  to the ground flinging my gun into the mist. I see my best friend lying next to me we look at each other then all of a sudden there was this big explosion and no more sound and that’s all I remember.

By Rose

I remember

I remember the feeling of blood dripping down my face, my body aching and my friends dropping dead to the ground.  When I think about it I  still hear the sounds of guns and see  my friends lying limply on the ground without moving a muscle I hear the screaming of the leader to fire the cannon and the rumble of them hitting the dusty ground. I was lucky to get out alive, the chances of living were slim. There were 80 others that survived but only just. 25 April,  the day that haunts me the most I have the horrible memories of those I lost. I will always remember...

by Portia

I remember

I remember the feeling of blood dripping down my face, my body aching and my friends dropping dead to the ground.  When I think about it I  still hear the sounds of guns and see  my friends lying limply on the ground without moving a muscle I hear the screaming of the leader to fire the cannon and the rumble of them hitting the dusty ground. I was lucky to get out alive, the chances of living were slim. There were 80 others that survived but only just. 25 April,  the day that haunts me the most I have the horrible memories of those I lost. I will always remember...

by Portia

That feeling

As I had just been gunned down by enemy lines I fell to the ground, not ashamed of myself but honoured I had fought for my country. I had that feeling of success even thought I was half dead, lying in this wonderful red field of poppies made me feel good. As I slowly started to fade away I thought about my life and how it had gone. I was glad that I chose to go to war even though I had died at a young age, I felt good about it.

By Angus

War

As I fell on the ground I felt my hip smash. I had broken it. I see poppies along side me. They look so beautiful. As I go to grab one a soldier stands on my wrist. That's when I remember I'm at war. The soldier points his gun at me and has his hand on the trigger. I just hope he doesn't pull it. I close my eyes and think of the good things I have done in my life. They BANG! The shot was taken. I didn't feel any pain though so I open my eyes and see the man that was firing at me fall to the ground. One of the soldiers on my team had shot him in the back.

By Tom

Pledging to Poppies

I fall to the ground with a gushing hole through my stomach. I could literally see my lunch come back out. I watch the medics trying to help me knowing there was no chance of my survival. One of my hands hovering over the wound, while the other one buried deep in the flower patch. I grasp the hole through my body as the pain makes me grasp a poppy; I hold the poppy over my heart hopping and pleading that the war will stop and end forever. As my sight started fading black, my life faded along with it

By jewel

Memories

I remember the happy memories of my great granddad coming back from the war Alive and safe. How worried and proud are family was when he came back. The story's he told about all the adventures he had. My heart aches for the families who's dads,granddads didn't come home. My great granddad now has pasted sadly but we honour his memory for all that he did for are country. Each year we were poppys to remind us of the great,brave soliders. that died during the war.

By lilly 

The sweet smell of Poppies

I was bleeding pretty bad, I lay in the middle of the poppy field weak.  Blood gushed out from my side and my vision started to blur. Although I knew I didn't have much longer I felt happy. The sweet smell of poppies comforted me and reminded me of home.  I laughed to my self remembering all the good times my family and I shared. I held my hand to my side putting pressure on my wound. I clenched my teeth and tried to focus on something else.  I picked a poppy  and started  to  relax. Everything started to slowly fade until my eyes closed and I rested in peace. 

By Isabella 

My Dad

Every time I think about it, it takes me into another world. Seeing dad run through the tuff grass, with his gun pointing towards the enemy and shooting anywhere he can, trying to dodge the bullets flying towards him as he runs. and in a second a bullet hits him, he falls to the ground with blood squirting out of his wound and all he can hear is the beat of his heart slowing down to a small pace, the bullets firing around him, until finally the beat of his heart stops. Every time I see poppies, photos of him, Anzac biscuits anything to remind me of him, I think of what he did to save my country.    

By Jess

100 Word Story

Here in the UK and in other parts of the world we are commemorating those who lost their lives in war. Our remembrance day is 11th Nov and I know those of you in other parts of the world also have such events.

I also know that not all of you have an annual event like this so the prompt this week is:

…Remembering….

You can use your 100 words to write about any subject with this topic. Please make sure you stick to the prompt. We have had some entries that are nothing to do with the prompt that week. Please also make sure you post your best work and if you link you do it properly. Many of you are missing comments because Team 100 cannot get into your posts.

The Picture

The short hairy stinky man was speed walking around the pound. His shoe laces came undone and he went down to tie them up. As he looked up he saw a gruesome hairy wild beast his heart stopped and his eyes froze. He fell into the fresh light water head first. The beast went to take a bite but suddenly he smelt the stinky smell of the short hairy stinky man. ewww! The wild beast ran for his life far far away to never return. All was left was legs and gumboots stuck in the sticky moulded mud.

By Levi

The fireworks

The rocket goes at the top and then boom. The night was full of colours. It was so beautiful. Then another came then two more come. It was like the stars are coming to earth.

By Rahul