war

"With His Shield or On It" Chapter Three: The Venom

Submitted by Elizabeth on Mon, 04/07/2008 - 17:55

Despite the rain from the night before the sky was still a dusty, dirty blue color and the air was hot. The stone that the men walked upon was also hot, so if one stumbled, it burned their hands. No talk was exchanged between Menegal and Golwitch that day or for the next four, for they were too weary.
On the fifth day up the mountain, the water was gone and no spring was to be found. The men were weakened by the lack of water. Menegal, being the younger of he and Golwitch, leaned on his friend during the march.

Faces in the Wind

Submitted by Timothy on Mon, 02/11/2008 - 02:05

One speck on a solitary hill, standing
Outlined against the green, watching
Flowered plains stretching, empty
While birds swoop, flashing
A sudden blot of red, soaking
Into trampled mud, churning
Hooves grinding fragile petals
Swaying peacefully in the breeze, catching
Wisps of hair on a solitary hill, above
Distant eyes, staring, dimly down
Into rocky glades, stones sharp as swords
Cutting, shattering against metal, hanging
Suspended among screams, mud churned with red

The Royal Treasury

Submitted by Sarah on Sat, 01/26/2008 - 21:31

A single drop of silver,
A web spun, from the purest gold.
Colors, beyond imagination,
In every shape, and size.
Precious strands of dew,
Falling from a shelf.
You turn in awe,
Unable to grasp,
The concept of this wealth,
The Royal Treasury.

Coats of armor,
unusable for the jewels,
that laden every inch,
of their gold-incrusted surfaces.

Battlefield

Submitted by AmandaLC on Sat, 01/26/2008 - 03:40

I taste blood everywhere
I smell tears of pain
I see a blood red sky fade into a blood red ground
I hear bangs and booms of guns and cannons
I feel heavy from the weight of my bloody title
I watch as brave people die for what they believe
I cry as I see families come and visit the place loved ones fell
I pray I can have peace once more
I caress the faces of dead men and women
I wait patiently for the time I will be holy and respected
I know that probably won’t happen
I have been the meeting place for death

Cultural Differences and Ineffective Leadership—End Result: Disaster

Submitted by Ethan on Tue, 12/04/2007 - 03:02

Has the world’s citizens, as a whole, ever fully contemplated the cause and result of a third world war? Why would another world war begin? What would this war result in? Citizens and world leaders should ponder these questions and prepare for the future. It remains evident that a third world war would arise from the differences evident in cultures and a lack of effective leadership. This war would affect the earth in unimaginable ways.

The First Shot of the American Revolution

Submitted by Edith on Tue, 08/21/2007 - 02:45

It was the date April eighteen, the year seventeen seventy-five,
And so t’was that important day the minutemen woke at night.
In sleep they were disturbed by the cries of William and Paul
Letting the English army’s presence be known that night to all.
The next morning a small group waited, it was April nineteen,
And the Englishmen were then there to fight and be seen.
They reached the town of Lexington, and the farmers waited
As the sun rose the moon went down, and so slowly faded.

If Only

Submitted by Kyleigh on Thu, 07/26/2007 - 14:46

War or Peace?

The Trojan War begins when Paris, son of Priam, King of Troy, kidnaps Helen from her husband, Menelaus. Of course, Menelaus is angry because of the kidnapping of Helen, and he and the Greeks march on Troy. However, Menelaus should have thought more carefully before he made his decision, because Paris is at fault, not the Greeks, Helen is Menelaus’ wife in the first place, and both Troy and Greece lose many warriors because of the war. Although he has the right to be angry, Menelaus and Paris should settle the conflict as a personal matter.

Bloody War

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 07/25/2007 - 04:34

And so came war. Bloody, bloody war. All around him he saw comrades, friends, and enemies fall down, screaming in the agony of death. Bullets whizzed by his head, and the rain in the gutters was stained red with blood as he ran sloshed through the streets. This is what they had meant. This is what they had warned him about. This is what his parents had told him to watch out for. This was war, bloody war. It was terrifying, unlike anything else he had ever experienced.

A Nightmare

Submitted by Gregory on Mon, 07/02/2007 - 23:21

A nightmare
We did not know
What to do. It was
Like hell on earth,
But we were brave.
Many young souls
Were spared, young souls were lost,
but God was with us
And all the shouting
Was music to us!
BAGNG BOOM!
Was all that could
Be heard!
God is by our side.