Robert lynn
07-27-2014, 05:05 PM
John was siting on a rock next to the river,sharping his sword and taking in the warmth provided by the rising sun half visible at the tree tops,when he heard the thundering roar of a war horn.He jumped from the rock and ran for the camp as fast as his legs would allow and upon arrival he was greeted by men running back and forth from tent to tent,strapping Armour on while running,and then john was alone,everyone had rushed towards battle,john kept standing there fear building up inside him,realizing his death was likely.He finally ran to his tent,where he strapped on his armor and grabbed his helmet,and then started running up the forest covered hill.at the top the trees abruptly stopped and was met by a large open field that was littered with hundreds of men clashing swords.John was terrified but he reluctantly pulled out his sword,tossed on his helmet and ran towards the battle and as soon as he reached it a man covered in furs,wielding a axe ran at him.The man raised the axe over johns head and swung,and john met the strike with his sword,and before he could react the man flung john to the ground and swung again,this time it sliced through johns shoulder,eating flesh and bone.John screamed in terror as the man reached for a dagger on his belt,and john closed his eyes,waiting for the dagger to strike,but it never came.He opened his eyes and there was the man laying on the ground with a sword through his chest.John then remembered the blow to his shoulder and quickly look at it.It was a very deep cut,red with blood and a bone visible in the center,he passed out from the shock.
John woke in a tent,staring at the roof,he tried raising up but pain shot through his shoulder and he feel back onto
his furs,he then turned to his side and saw 4 wounded men covered in bloody bandages laying on furs across the tent.He
closed his eyes and was happy to be alive.
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Its not really much of a story,its more like a little exercise i did to see how good i can write,so what do you
think of it? im i decent writer?
John woke in a tent,staring at the roof,he tried raising up but pain shot through his shoulder and he feel back onto
his furs,he then turned to his side and saw 4 wounded men covered in bloody bandages laying on furs across the tent.He
closed his eyes and was happy to be alive.
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Its not really much of a story,its more like a little exercise i did to see how good i can write,so what do you
think of it? im i decent writer?