Post by galaxyjumper on Mar 10, 2006 22:29:55 GMT -5
Hi, I just came home from school today sick so I wrote a bit. This story is about a Confederate Girl who's town gets destroyed by the Union. In that process, they kill her sister and mother. Seeking revenge, she goes into war as a drummer boy...and you will find out what happens next soon enough...^_^
I looked above at the rolling clouds, inching their way slowly towards the moon. They eventually covered up the luminous object, ending the night in shadows. I almost felt a chill in my back that was trying to escape me, like my soul. I knew something would change that night.
I walked softly back into the house, feeling a strange pain in my chest. It pierced me in a way that nothing else did. Soon enough, I shed that feeling, only to find my little sister screaming my name in horror.
“Catherine!” Her voice crackled as she said my name. I ran to her side, kneeling down to look at the eyes that gleamed in tears.
“What is it?” I asked, panicked by her shriek. Her small hand trembled as she pointed at the window. I slowly stood up knowing that the next thing I saw would haunt me. My eyes linked with a vibrant blaze that was shredding through our small community. Hundreds of men in blue coats dug their spurs into the frantic horses’ sides, yelling orders at the ones on foot.
“Ma!” I shouted. I took my sister’s wrist and ran up the stairs, her trailing closely behind me. My breath was heavy when I reached my room. I shoved Molly down to the ground. Feeling the tenseness of the situation run to her mind, she pressed her cheek to the dusty wooden floor.
“Stay right there.” I ordered, trying to keep calm. I jogged down the stairs quickly, lifting my skirt a bit so I wouldn’t trip. I glanced out the window. The men were galloping and running towards our horse. My Ma ran inside, locking the door with a strip of wood.
“Catherine, get upstairs! Then Union is coming!” The next moment seemed a blur.
The window glass shattered, scarring me across the cheek and arm. Two men jumped into the house from outside. One immediately shoved the barrel of his rifle into my stomach, knocking me to the floor. My vision got blurry, and my mind suddenly went blank.
What seemed like only seconds later, I awoke in a large field, rain pattering on my body. I let the raindrops fall, cleansing my cuts with pure water. I slowly got to my feet, clasping the ground for support. I stood up, gazing at what used to my home. My feet were practically sculpted in mud, making my step heavy and tiring.
The ruins of my house were just a few blocks of wood with ashes scattered on them. I walked onto the wet grass and dodged a granite stone from our fireplace. All of the sudden, my eyes traveled to a large pile of wooden floor boards from what used to be my sister’s and my room.
I was puzzled as I kneeled down, placing my roughened hand on top of a long sliver of wood. I closed my eyes as I lifted up that piece and threw it aside. I peered into the small gap, and saw what I was fearing. I saw Molly’s skirt hem. I quickly piled all the pieces of wood beside me, leaving me to stare at her scratched, lifeless face.
I looked above at the rolling clouds, inching their way slowly towards the moon. They eventually covered up the luminous object, ending the night in shadows. I almost felt a chill in my back that was trying to escape me, like my soul. I knew something would change that night.
I walked softly back into the house, feeling a strange pain in my chest. It pierced me in a way that nothing else did. Soon enough, I shed that feeling, only to find my little sister screaming my name in horror.
“Catherine!” Her voice crackled as she said my name. I ran to her side, kneeling down to look at the eyes that gleamed in tears.
“What is it?” I asked, panicked by her shriek. Her small hand trembled as she pointed at the window. I slowly stood up knowing that the next thing I saw would haunt me. My eyes linked with a vibrant blaze that was shredding through our small community. Hundreds of men in blue coats dug their spurs into the frantic horses’ sides, yelling orders at the ones on foot.
“Ma!” I shouted. I took my sister’s wrist and ran up the stairs, her trailing closely behind me. My breath was heavy when I reached my room. I shoved Molly down to the ground. Feeling the tenseness of the situation run to her mind, she pressed her cheek to the dusty wooden floor.
“Stay right there.” I ordered, trying to keep calm. I jogged down the stairs quickly, lifting my skirt a bit so I wouldn’t trip. I glanced out the window. The men were galloping and running towards our horse. My Ma ran inside, locking the door with a strip of wood.
“Catherine, get upstairs! Then Union is coming!” The next moment seemed a blur.
The window glass shattered, scarring me across the cheek and arm. Two men jumped into the house from outside. One immediately shoved the barrel of his rifle into my stomach, knocking me to the floor. My vision got blurry, and my mind suddenly went blank.
What seemed like only seconds later, I awoke in a large field, rain pattering on my body. I let the raindrops fall, cleansing my cuts with pure water. I slowly got to my feet, clasping the ground for support. I stood up, gazing at what used to my home. My feet were practically sculpted in mud, making my step heavy and tiring.
The ruins of my house were just a few blocks of wood with ashes scattered on them. I walked onto the wet grass and dodged a granite stone from our fireplace. All of the sudden, my eyes traveled to a large pile of wooden floor boards from what used to be my sister’s and my room.
I was puzzled as I kneeled down, placing my roughened hand on top of a long sliver of wood. I closed my eyes as I lifted up that piece and threw it aside. I peered into the small gap, and saw what I was fearing. I saw Molly’s skirt hem. I quickly piled all the pieces of wood beside me, leaving me to stare at her scratched, lifeless face.