short short storyI lay in the grass at the foot of a tree. I can’t tell what type of tree it is, the chaos of the battlefield drowning out the noises. An explosion sounds in the distance. The blood seeps down into the ground; maybe I’ll fertilize this very tree. The medic comes running to my side yet I already know it’s too late. I have already made peace with my life. I wait knowing that I will probably die anyway but a man can still hope, can’t he? Maybe I’ll take a little rest, just a little one; just a little…short short story
| the name is orc, but i go by many other names as well. im up in college getting my journalism degree. i enjoy writing in most of its forms. |
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