War, destruction, disease, demolition and death. Torture, suffering, agony and excruciating pain. Drawn out weariness and bones aching, longing and seeking for a lost hope. Bodies strewn in the streets, lying on rags and their frail skeletons shivering like leaves in a merciless winter gale. Living off scraps, singing or playing instruments for survival, these people are innocent yet suffer.
The men who fought in war: war that was the very meaning of agony and torture. Children and wives tearing at their hair, tears leaking from overflowing eyes and echoes of long lost wails tearing through the Crimson flames. Demolition and destruction ran rampant during this orgy of nonsensical violence. Blood spilt blood and tears spilt tears. So many... valiant spirits... who had their lives to live... children... wives... who shall never see them or speak to them again. The poppies stain the fields red but their numbers cannot rival the souls who gave their lives for lies.
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Totally random story parts
РазноеRight. Hello. Welcome to the random part of my mind 😎. Here, in this book, I will be posting random parts of stories that I've had the impulse to write. Just ideas I've had but haven't been made into actual books.
