

short short storyI lay in the grass at the foot of a tree. I cant 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 Ill fertilize this very tree. The medic comes running to my side yet I already know its 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, cant he? Maybe Ill take a little rest, just a little one; just a littleshort 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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