Wartime ruins by clair wannell

Soon I woke from my sleep and was in a large metal bed, secure and comfy at last. I felt for my legs. They weren't there. Instead were artificial wooden legs stiff and new. I loathed them. A fake arm too! I groaned as I remembered what the ambulance drivers had told me. My back was broken, I would never walk again. I sobbed into my hands, a sob that wrenched at my heart and shook my body. I howled and threw my smart hat across the room in rage, I ripped open my waistcoat and untucked my crisp white shirt. I tore my trousers and threw away my tie, Shook the metal helmet from my downy blonde hair and pulled the strong harsh boots away from my feet. I had ruined my soldiers outfit, well, I wouldn't wear it again now I was so weak and broken.

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Adventure by Daisy Wannell

Impact. Pain washed through me, jolts and waves like electricity, striking me with extreme, unimaginable pain that almost killed me. To my great surprise though, I was alive, the snow that cushioned the shock of my fall. Gingerly, I got to my feet and my legs buckled, though I resiliently rose again, battling my way through the dark, wind and rain. Slowly, steadily, the rain turned to light, exquisite snow which then turned to heavy, deadly snow.

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