Competition! Closes Soon!

daaaaaaaamn.. too bad i cant do this.
first i never did a lp, i suck for sure. and i cant tell a story coz im not english so that it'd be hard to type correctly and too many words.
bahh i wanted a prem membership so bad! :/
anyway, plus rep for u kirby, for being doing this
ill have to have ur advertisment in my signature for 2 months but ill have it for 3 months, no worries

 

Nice Hoot, there is no end date as of yet, i will see how many entries i get first.

AndreJu - theres no harm trying sweetie

 

Up, Up ,Up This :lol:

 

The stars glow dimly in the night sky overhead as I sit, listening. I hold my Lee-Enfield rifle tightly in my arms and stare at my boots. Most of the other men are asleep. I shift my position in the trench and adjust my cloth cap. In the distance I can hear men moving supplies to and fro, and farther in the distance I can barely make out German shouts and occasional gunshots. The Germans never rest in the night.

A companion of mine turns over on his thin blanket and mumbles something. I ignore him and keep listening.

They always told me that I would never want to be caught in a city during wartime, but now I think I’d rather be anywhere but in this trench. Even after only three days here, the constant caution and fighting, I know, will scar me. I jump at the slightest noise even at night, and I can’t stand the thought of being out of ammo even without a gun.

Why me? The question passes through my head every minute of every day. Why should I help my country, my homeland, why should I kill men I don’t know for another man’s war? What’s stopping me from laying down my rifle and simply walking away? All these questions I can answer on my own, but in my stubbornness I refuse to.

Suddenly the ground rumbles. At first it is light, but the rumbling deepens and soon becomes a roar. I sit up straight and look around, and see a dull pinpoint of light far to the west. Another lights up near it, and the roar grows louder. Yet another light appears.

The ground shakes violently, and I can see the silhouettes of dozens of soldiers appear, their thin wool blankets abandoned and their own Lee-Enfield rifles at hand, ready to fight.

The ground shakes again, and then once more, and then the lights in the distance disappear. I stand to my full height, staring at my fellow soldiers. One of the nearer soldiers scowls at me, as if it’s my fault we were caught unaware.

In a way, it is my fault.

Instead of scowling back I turn around and peek over the trench. In the dim moonlight I see at least two dozen pairs of feet moving along the side of the trench. I duck down and keep as silent as possible as the troops move by, trying desperately to signal my other troops to stay silent as well.

Fortunately they’re too tired to speak, and the troops above move by. I peek over the trench again, and see faint outlines of more troops running. This time, though, they’re running toward me instead of beside. I duck down, but this time whisper to my fellow troops.

“Huns comin’ in. Get ready,” I whispered.

I hear the clicks of guns being loaded and prepared, and I prepare my own before leaning my back against the dirty wall of the trench.

Within moments a German soldier jumps into the trench. His greeting is half a dozen bullets in the chest. As soon as he hits the ground, more Germans jump into the trench and some of our own soldiers climb out of the trench yelling and shooting.

I only see a few shapes drop into the trench, so I climb out swiftly and see even more Germans advancing. They must have planned a huge raid! Brief flashes illuminate the frames of soldiers all around, and I suddenly realize this is more than a raid. They’re trying to take us full-on.

Artillery flashes in the distance; what I earlier mistook for little lights were distant howitzers. Closer by, our own artillery and mortars fire, the shells landing in the German forces. Though the shells seem distant, the explosions rock the earth and dozens of men cry out as they collapse from searing shrapnel and small explosions.

I shout a short battle cry and shoot down three men with a burst of fire from my rifle, and shoot randomly into the darkness. Bullets whiz by all around me, coming from both sides, and as more artillery fires, the night lights up like early morning. I can see clearly my allies and strange enemies, and more clearly the wicked rifles and bayonets they wield.

A bullet thuds into my thigh, and immediately after another skims past my arm and tears the cloth of my uniform. I empty my rifle crazily, shouting. The battle is too busy to reload, so I simply draw a pistol and a grenade. While I shoot the pistol I pull the pin from the grenade and throw it into the darkness. Soon the pistol is empty, and half of my nearest allies are being scythed down by a withering hail of bullets. The Germans are here in full force now, and I see no point in reloading even my pistol. I pull my two remaining grenades, pull the pins with my mouth, and throw them into night. The explosions rock me off my feet and I’m forced to watch as bullets fly by overhead and men shout and die.

Why me? I think as I stare into the now light sky. The moon has disappeared and the sun is rising, and the artillery no longer provides extra light but simply gives the soldiers noise to drown out their down maniacal battle cries. A smile creeps over my face as I see a mortar shell shoot past me.

As soon as it disappears I see a man stop and stare down at me. I see the malevolent intent in his eyes. The barrel of his rifle fills my vision, and just before I die it flashes brightly. A hot flash of pain courses through my body for a brief moment before all fades to black.

--Copyright 2006-2007 Brandon Gandy. That's me. All rights reserved.

 

Another awesome story, you are very good hun

 

Thank you. I might write something new tonight or tomorrow.

 

2 prems to be won now?
I have to enter now.

 

i am horrible at english and writing so heres a LP:

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51876809/

 

Very good guys and yes there is 2 prems to be won now

 

bump for Kirbir!

 

Thanks hun

 

Here is mine!
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Adrenaline floods the man’s body. With two options surging through his brain, run or fight, the reflexive muscle chose the answer for him. He ran. The wolf behind him crouched for a split heart beat and dashed off with its hind legs. The game of cat and mouse went through the dimly lighted forest. The man stole a glance behind him. All he saw was the flashing of two amber eyes that puncture the blackness. His pace quicken with a jolt.

Tom knew he couldn't outrun the feral beast. Twenty years of experience of being a ranger in this forest taught him that wolves are the perfect killing machine; equipped with razor-sharp fangs, night-vision and powerful leg muscles that allow lengthy chases. The only way Tom was going to win this chase was to take the northern route, through the undergrowth, hoping to lose him along the way.

Thud. Thud. Thud. The dull thudding of paws was getting louder. Shıt! swore Tom in his heart. Even with Tom’s well-trained leg couldn’t keep up with wolf’s pace. He tried to calm himself down but with every step, his heart was beating faster. He could hear the flicking of saliva which was like a whip lashing against his concentration.

A spark of hope went off in Tom’s head. He finally reached the Great Oak tree, towering over other canopy trees, which was just a large detour sign for him. Tom made a left and the wolf followed.

There was a definite change in the environment; bushes went wild, grasses were thick as the phone book and uproots were hiding beneath ambushing careless men. Tom knew every bump in the forest and he dodges the obstacles laid before him with ease even with exhaustion crippling his legs.

The thudding was slowly disappearing and he could not hear the saliva flicking. His heart was bursting with relief as he stop for a moment to catch his breath. He did the impossible. Tom’s celebration was shortly interrupted.

AH WOOOOOOOO!!

“Fùck!” exclaimed Tom. The worst has happened. The wolf stalking him before was calling for backup. The non-stop heart pounding started with a jolt again. Without another thought, Tom ran, if even possible, faster than the chase before. It couldn’t any further more out of the forest; he was nearing the edge of the forest. He finally saw it, the sweet light of the Forest Ranger Office even though it was broken by branches. As Tom was about to shout for help, it came hitting his shoulder like an explosion.

Tom was thrown a yard sideways. Tom was stunned for a few moments before realizing that a wolf was before him. This was different wolf; it was bigger than before and the fur on it was more ragged. It must have been ambushing him. The wolf was glaring its prey, Tom, with piercing amber eyes. Suddenly, the wolf lunged with its jaws gaping wide open, revealing it inch long canine fangs. Tom couldn’t move; he was blinded with fear and stunned by shock. Every moment of his life came rushing back to him. The jaws snapped with incredible force onto Tom’s neck, fangs sinking into flesh, nerve and muscle. Tom let out a scream that destroys the silence blanketing the forest as the white-pain seared his neck. And before he knew it, darkness sets in and there was no more pain.

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By Scott Lee (Trax)

Tell me if you like it!

 

haha very good, nice one hun.

 

i thort it was pretty cool man nice work

 

bump before i go to work.