The magnificent creature takes flight, pushes realities limits on how such a living thing can be so elegant. Its silver-gray feathers carry its weight as it flutters. It truly is a sight to behold. I lay my now thought of average body down on the silk tipped grass to wonder how anything came to be. An existential thought. Life is common but this is something else.
The Shots of A Veteren
I was a veteran. Taking lives so you didn’t have to. Running point. It was, well, certainly an uncertain job. My life is on the line for something I didn’t believe in. I pulled the tightly woven fibres of this man-made weapon tighter and let the life shattering projectile fly only to find that I had hit the bullseye. I soon became the champion. I was living a double life archer by day, Green Beret by night.
I got a job for a night-op. Taking a target down was no easy task but I was sure this one would be a memory that sticks. I was after newcomer mafia hitman “Darion Fife”. His portfolio was short yet gave me everything I needed to know. A smaller figure and of medium appearance. I still have Something I need to do before I go chasing hitmen though.
An archery competition. What do you know, my target was there. I heard “Darion Fife” over the speakers. He performed well. Time ambushed me and before I knew it I shot my shot, it ripped through the air tearing me apart in anxiousness every second it flew. My eyes reveal my failure. He was smug with the win and gave the speech at the end. He said we all have different ways of doing things, you do things your way and I do things my way. I feel his presence staring into my soul. “He won't be smug soon”. I whisper.
I'm in Dallas Texas. Which is the last place you want to be while taking on a newcomer as you have no clue where they may be. I locate my target in a motel at 0100. My company, Charlie, sent marines in to clear the building at 0000 warning of the assault. Making my move I know my target is declared to be in room 29 of floor 2. The complex is big and so are the rooms. That makes my job a whole lot easier as I can go for a stealth approach.
I push the door open, finding him unconscious, I slam my hand down on his throat and tell him I know what you're here for, and I'm gonna make sure you don't get it. My marines stand behind me and wait for the call. We stood him against the balcony and let a 7.62x39 rip through his skull. We let the janitor know on the way out we hit a “bullseye”.
My eyes are sobbing with tears of emotion and pain in my dog's eyes. I told her multiple times that I won’t let her die yet it happened. She will die never knowing why I didn't protect her. Why didn't I love her as much as I promised. Yet she accepts it. There will never be another dog like her. There is only one of you and only one of them. Death is inevitable. It's something we all have to live with right to the point of rest. Till the last time we cuddle.That's life.
Hallo wie geht’s. Hoffe, es geht der gut. That was hello how are you in German and hope you are doing well. This is my piece of writing where I attempt to make the reader feel emotion by using short sentences and detailing it intricately. Hope you enjoy!
This is my skydiving writing piece, in which I wrote about the feeling of going skydiving.
I hear the roar of the turbines in my ears, its deafening almost. My breathing slowly starts inclining just like the plane going higher and higher. We jump, slowly descending into the abyss. we free-fall for what seems like forever, until the big plastic chute deployed. I can breath again, my soul finds my body. I check my fingers and they are numb. I slowly fall back to reality.
This is my post on our sailing trip to Lake Rua. I really enjoyed it and would definitely go back.
