The Jackle
04-26-2007, 07:56 PM
This is a story to be written like no other. Add a line or chapter, this story is to be written by hundred's, to be perpetually added to, by you and the literature network community. Simple rules, Keep in genre, no 'he woke up from a dream' and keep to the rules of grammar and punctuation. Remember to include the previous additions to the story, not just posting a line( this avoids the problem of having to look through every single post for the plot line). Also I request that a spell check be done on every other page of the story.
So lets begin;
"So this is operation 'sealion' Herr Oberst."
Oberst Han's Franklin looked over the rocking bow of invasion barge 112, looking at the beachhead before them, graveyard of the many invasion groups sent before them. The sky was pastel blue, wisped by the contrails of the thousand's of aircraft that had trafficked the sky's since morning. The sea in which they where traveling upon was dark blue, traversed by only the brief wave. The scene was of such beauty that it deserved to adorn the cover of signal. The only thing that betrayed that this was a war ground was the faint whisper of the rail-cart artillery from the coast of France and the quiet mumbling of prayer's.
Within a seeming instant the invasion barge was in the thick of it all. Thick cordite smoke filled every creek and cravers in the invasion barge, choking all the men. So fierce was the fighting that the many bullets striking the water, made the sea look as if being boiled. Giant mountains of water suddernly arose and then disappeared as shells exploded all around them. Seeming infinitive number of bullets and shells passed inches over the company’s head’s.
So lets begin;
"So this is operation 'sealion' Herr Oberst."
Oberst Han's Franklin looked over the rocking bow of invasion barge 112, looking at the beachhead before them, graveyard of the many invasion groups sent before them. The sky was pastel blue, wisped by the contrails of the thousand's of aircraft that had trafficked the sky's since morning. The sea in which they where traveling upon was dark blue, traversed by only the brief wave. The scene was of such beauty that it deserved to adorn the cover of signal. The only thing that betrayed that this was a war ground was the faint whisper of the rail-cart artillery from the coast of France and the quiet mumbling of prayer's.
Within a seeming instant the invasion barge was in the thick of it all. Thick cordite smoke filled every creek and cravers in the invasion barge, choking all the men. So fierce was the fighting that the many bullets striking the water, made the sea look as if being boiled. Giant mountains of water suddernly arose and then disappeared as shells exploded all around them. Seeming infinitive number of bullets and shells passed inches over the company’s head’s.