A Letter to Hannah_SELF-PORTRAIT_Iriewani_A Mans Duty
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A Letter to Hannah
Sar Hannah, Today’s entry immortalizes you. I’m 99% sure these words wouldn’t see the light of your day, but I apologize if the name “Hannah” offends you. I want to address you like you aren’t some figment of my imagination, hence, my naming you. Needless to write, after a mental debate between Sarah and Hannah, names I happen to have chosen on a whim, I decided to go with Hannah. My hands are eerily still as I write todae this. Okay, maybe thinking about composure isn’t the best way to keep it. But, today came as a real shocker. Countless people scurrying like a pack of ants around sugar is a...
SELF-PORTRAIT
Outcasts? Or outsiders? At times there seemed to be little difference. The end-result was invariably the same. They were the type of thoughts that went through his head whenever he turned to self-reflection. Which, these days, was often. He stared into the mirror. It was not, he would have to admit, the handsomest face you would ever see. A great dome of a forehead and that large, blunted nose. Wavy hair in no particular shade of brown, and the bushy, reddish beard which, if nothing else, at least softened the jutting jawline a little. The eyes were his most outstanding feature; perhaps the on...
Iriewani
Shells rained upon Ramree Island.Takuro struggled—hands trembling—to load bullets into his rifle. The ammunition slipped between his fingers, hitting the dirt, rolling in the trench. He brought his head down as bombs whistled. They landed close enough to make him jump, dirt spattering his eyes. Shrapnel cut his uniform.Dazed, reeling, Takuro got to his feet, stumbling. He turned his head. His allies to the right affixed bayonets onto their Arisaka rifles. Banzai! Banzai! Banzai! They charged the British and Indian soldiers face-first. He turned to the left, sluggish, seeing Japanese soldiers d...
A Mans Duty
The sirens could be heard in the distant night sky. They grew louder and louder the closer the Police cars came. The air was thick with tension and the summer heat turned the small house into a cauldron of anxiety. Daniel stood in his dark living room. His heart was pounding out of his chest when the lights came back on. He stood frozen with a vacant stare on his face. The gun in his hand hung heavily beside him while the smell of gun powder lingered like in the air like a ghost. Daniel was aware of the Police who had walked in the front door and were barking at him to drop his gun but he wasn...