hailmotherpoland

Well, this is odd. I'm back on a website I thought I'd try and avoid the rest of my life. But I guess my mid-summer boredom has won out. So here I am, looking back on all my old stuff. All my drawings (if you can call them that), notes, attempted short stories, and old friends stuff. It feels...weird. On one hand, I feel myself literally cringing as I look back on my old self. God I was pathetic wasn't I? Talking about weird dreams, what I had for dinner, being annoyed by little things, depressed that I didn't have a girlfriend (still don't by the way), drawing incredibly bad fan art, etc. It's pretty sad really seeing what I was. However, I

Spain, 1937 A bomb went off outside. Shrapnel was sent all over. People let out painful screams as they were burned and hit by the shrapnel. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Colonel Alfred Benford stepped over the rotting bodies calmly and moved towards the building. The communists had been using the building as a base for a while and now it was to be in control of the nationalists. He opened the door and motioned for his men to enter the building. The German's entered and looked around. When they were sure that it was safe upstairs they moved to the lower level. Colonel Benford could not help but smile. It was a beautiful building. It

He ran. He ran like he had never ran before. How did this happen? Everything had been going great. The American's where going to start a distraction and attack the building and in all the chaos he would slip in and grab her. How had they found out about the plan? It made no sense to him, unless of course, someone had told them about his plan. Someone on his side, someone he thought he could trust. Who, he had no idea, he just knew he would get the traitor. He couldn't believe he couldn't rescue her, she was right there, right within his grasp, then, she was gone. But right now he couldn't think about it too much, he had to escape these bastar