“…watching the trees at the edge of town that reluctantly moved to

the slow wind...”

“…as if nature itself was afraid of what was happening.”

“…causing his remains and blood to sprinkle like rain on

the nearby leaves and bushes.”

“Cowards die many times before their deaths…”

-Julius Caesar, Shakespeare

“My gun was my providerand protector.”

“….our faces and eyes glittered with hope and the promise of happiness…”

“The eyes of the nearly dead are redder than the blood that

comes out of them, and it seems that their bones will tear through

the skin of their taut faces at any minute. I turn my face to the

ground, My crapes are soaked with blood, which seems to be

running down my army shorts.”

“…the still sky that awaited darkness.”

“…causing my teeth to feel somehow sour.”

“Some nights the sky wept stars…”

“Just when the evening was waving it fingers, signaling the

night to approach…”

“…watching the trees at the edge of town that reluctantly moved to

the slow wind...”•personification

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“…as if nature itself was afraid of what was happening.”

“…causing his remains and blood to sprinkle like rain on

the nearby leaves and bushes.”

“Cowards die many times before their deaths…”

-Julius Caesar, Shakespeare

“My gun was my providerand protector.”

“….our faces and eyes glittered with hope and the promise of happiness…”

“The eyes of the nearly dead are redder than the blood that

comes out of them, and it seems that their bones will tear through

the skin of their taut faces at any minute. I turn my face to the

ground, My crapes are soaked with blood, which seems to be

running down my army shorts.”

“…we ran into another armed group at a soccer field adjoining the ruins of what had one been a village. We opened fire until the

last living being on the other side fell to the ground. We walked towards the bodies,

giving each other high fives.”

“…we walked quietly toward the big red sun and the still sky that

awaited darkness.”

“…causing my teeth to feel somehow sour.”

“My teeth became sour as I listened to his story.”

“Some nights the sky wept stars…”

“Just when the evening was waving it gingers, signaling the

night to approach…”