Hey everyone. I am so relieved today because I am ACTUALLY writing today. It's such a huge relief
But I just want to see what you all think of it so far. Since it's been a couple months since I've written last, I want to make sure that my writing is okay. So I'd like to hear/see some of your opinions on it. (The main characters name is; Kaelyn) Thanks
~Dawn
"The War of Rebellion"
The War of Rebellion started almost two years ago. First, people rioting against the government, people killing each other for who's right or wrong, people trying to get to the government. Then that is when people start being dragged out of their homes by the governments order, they said it was to unsure "we keep order," that it was the right thing to do. "We" are disposing those who destroy the order. How soon they realized that they were wrong. Then, the uprising of the people came. Buildings were on fire. People stole. Killed governmental police and military who dared to cross their paths or hold them back. No matter where we go, there are fights, anger, pain, chaos, and most of all - death. There are some days I wonder if this fight is worth it. There are some days I know this is how We are gonna gain our freedom and control back from what they took from us. More and more of the military has been doing on street, executions. But then, it just causes more of an uprising. They try their best to try to paralyze us with fear. But so many times they have failed to do so.
My family is smart enough, that we stay in the same town. Never leave it. Because no matter where we go, there will be chaos. So many people have died or gotten life changing injuries. Like amputated legs or arms. Losing feeling on different limbs from landing wrong, getting shot, or other things. Most of it came from the fight between people and military. But not all of the military are are fighting for the same thing. Some are fighting for us, the people. For our freedom. Some are fighting for the government. To keep us all enclosed in their illusions. They both wear different uniforms. Our side wear's blue camouflage, the other wears brown camouflage. Witnessing this, seeing this, seems like the Revolutionary War all over again. I know that somehow in the end, we will gain our rights, our freedoms back. But there will always be someone to destroy the system of freedoms we fight for. There will always be people to deceive us. But no matter what, I will fight for my family. Even - even if it meant that I would have to die for them.
I glance at my little five year old brother, Timothy, also known as Tim or Timmy, in the cart that my mother is struggling to push through the rubble. His dark brown hair shinning in the sunlight, his blue eyes glistening. If we all survive this, how much will he remember this? I'm afraid that he will remember too much. Be scarred for life. I look at my other brother, that is only a mere two years younger than me. Johnny. His head low, his bangs in his eyes. His light brown hair, smooth to the touch, his pale green eyes that has the look that all hope is lost. He saw his girlfriend die in front of him, along with her family. He held her hand till she drew her last breath. He tries to stay strong, tries to forget her. But even he breaks down into tears from fear and missing her. My sister who is walking with my father a few feet ahead of us, Melanie. Her curly sandy blonde hair slightly moving with the breeze, her hazel eyes filled with fear. She's five years younger than me. She will sometimes have nightmares over night about being taken away. Or being shot.
I grip onto the barrel of the AK-74 that I hold in my hands in a down-right position. I never imagined holding a gun for my safety three years ago. But since the riots started, I knew what was coming next. My father was a former military soldier, my mother used to be in the marines in till she met my dad. They got married, had a happy life together. My father got called to exchange to different bases here in America. Our last transfer was here in Texas. Once the riots started, my father backed away from the military and we moved to a different town. He did not want to take someone's life for what he stands for.
Timmy begins to start whining and mumbles something about a "deeno." I think he's trying to say dino. He lost his toy dinosaur because we had to get up and run. We left the only things that we didn't need. My mother frowns, her hazel eyes that look much like my sisters, sparkle from the sunlight. Her knowing that the dinosaur was the only thing that kept Timmy happy, the only thing that somehow gave this five year old hope.
Hey everyone. I am so relieved today because I am ACTUALLY writing today. It's such a huge relief
But I just want to see what you all think of it so far. Since it's been a couple months since I've written last, I want to make sure that my writing is okay. So I'd like to hear/see some of your opinions on it. (The main characters name is; Kaelyn) Thanks
~Dawn
"The War of Rebellion"
The War of Rebellion started almost two years ago. First, people rioting against the government, people killing each other for who's right or wrong, people trying to get to the government. Then that is when people start being dragged out of their homes by the governments order, they said it was to unsure "we keep order," that it was the right thing to do. "We" are disposing those who destroy the order. How soon they realized that they were wrong. Then, the uprising of the people came. Buildings were on fire. People stole. Killed governmental police and military who dared to cross their paths or hold them back. No matter where we go, there are fights, anger, pain, chaos, and most of all - death. There are some days I wonder if this fight is worth it. There are some days I know this is how We are gonna gain our freedom and control back from what they took from us. More and more of the military has been doing on street, executions. But then, it just causes more of an uprising. They try their best to try to paralyze us with fear. But so many times they have failed to do so.
My family is smart enough, that we stay in the same town. Never leave it. Because no matter where we go, there will be chaos. So many people have died or gotten life changing injuries. Like amputated legs or arms. Losing feeling on different limbs from landing wrong, getting shot, or other things. Most of it came from the fight between people and military. But not all of the military are are fighting for the same thing. Some are fighting for us, the people. For our freedom. Some are fighting for the government. To keep us all enclosed in their illusions. They both wear different uniforms. Our side wear's blue camouflage, the other wears brown camouflage. Witnessing this, seeing this, seems like the Revolutionary War all over again. I know that somehow in the end, we will gain our rights, our freedoms back. But there will always be someone to destroy the system of freedoms we fight for. There will always be people to deceive us. But no matter what, I will fight for my family. Even - even if it meant that I would have to die for them.
I glance at my little five year old brother, Timothy, also known as Tim or Timmy, in the cart that my mother is struggling to push through the rubble. His dark brown hair shinning in the sunlight, his blue eyes glistening. If we all survive this, how much will he remember this? I'm afraid that he will remember too much. Be scarred for life. I look at my other brother, that is only a mere two years younger than me. Johnny. His head low, his bangs in his eyes. His light brown hair, smooth to the touch, his pale green eyes that has the look that all hope is lost. He saw his girlfriend die in front of him, along with her family. He held her hand till she drew her last breath. He tries to stay strong, tries to forget her. But even he breaks down into tears from fear and missing her. My sister who is walking with my father a few feet ahead of us, Melanie. Her curly sandy blonde hair slightly moving with the breeze, her hazel eyes filled with fear. She's five years younger than me. She will sometimes have nightmares over night about being taken away. Or being shot.
I grip onto the barrel of the AK-74 that I hold in my hands in a down-right position. I never imagined holding a gun for my safety three years ago. But since the riots started, I knew what was coming next. My father was a former military soldier, my mother used to be in the marines in till she met my dad. They got married, had a happy life together. My father got called to exchange to different bases here in America. Our last transfer was here in Texas. Once the riots started, my father backed away from the military and we moved to a different town. He did not want to take someone's life for what he stands for.
Timmy begins to start whining and mumbles something about a "deeno." I think he's trying to say dino. He lost his toy dinosaur because we had to get up and run. We left the only things that we didn't need. My mother frowns, her hazel eyes that look much like my sisters, sparkle from the sunlight. Her knowing that the dinosaur was the only thing that kept Timmy happy, the only thing that somehow gave this five year old hope.
Edited by TheWayToDawn