Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

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I was sitting in the middle of my room in the lotus pose, having accepted my death sentence. My eyes were shut, the blinds were shut, and the electronics were shut. The doors, however, were open. They marched in as I had expected - the sound of combat boots resonated first in my ears, and then came the sound of guns being dragged around, loaded with ammunition, and only then I heard the yelling. I opened my eyes to sight long overdue - military men in dark green camo outfits, crude faces chiseled by war, the badges of two crossed swords, guns, ready to fire. Their clothes were bloodied; I suppose no one expects them to clean up right away. The heavy metallic scent quickly filled the room. One of them, which I suspected to be the leader of

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