Taylor Weston
Bio
I'm an amateur writer, picking up some things along the way.
Stories (1/0)
L'appel du Vide (The Call of the Void)
Rain slowly fell in that mud-laden field. To my left, as I strolled along that man-made path, was a wheat field, gold and gleaming whenever the sun shone through the increasing cloud cover. It would stretch out beyond the horizon, the wheat briskly dancing through the breeze. Part of me wanted to walk off this path, and sit among the field and just stay there. Think about things for once. Behind me was a string of men, most of them boys: bushy-tailed and ready for adventure. They would find no such thing here.The field slowly turned mud and smoke. Ruined Earth now littered our path, and all around us turned to grey: bleak, and such a striking turn that one would think they walked into another world. This was Belgium, and the year was late 1914.
By Taylor Weston5 years ago in Serve