Library

The House Has Eyes

Her fingernails dug into my skin, flecks of my colour flitted down to rest upon the floorboards by her feet, going painfully unnoticed, as she desperately tried to peer through the doorway.

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Lost

Gunshots sounding from the East of Base Camp were not uncommon, yet they still rattled our soldier’s bones to a standstill for a few seconds before being able to continue with our tasks; a silent word of prayer passing through us all for the safe return of our men.

Leaving the Shadows

A woman’s sharp intake of breath drowned out the sound of the rain thrashing against the walls and windows of the rundown house on the outskirts of town.

Time

Never has the silence been so profound. Never has the pain been too much too bear.

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