He laughed. Not sure why, but he laughed. With his grin on his face, no one would make eye contact with him. Seen as creepy, scary or even crazy. No one understood him, even he himself said it, it was like a puzzle with 10 missing pieces, and only thing is the whole puzzle would be 10 pieces.  He cried a lot, people asked questions. He smiled a lot, people asked more questions. He stayed quite, everyone asked questions.

Jess looked around her. The feeling of fear all over the place was haunting her, seeing men staring into the distance readying themselves for the atrocities ahead. Their breathing continued to quicken as their eyes darted around, as if they were priming themselves for war and the possibility that anything, could come from anywhere at any time . 

Rain started pouring down and the wind picked up, making the air cold as ice. Men vomiting and moaning as they prepared themselves for the war ahead.A loud whistle just when off, and the general shouts out ten minutes till we get on the helicopters.

His feet were cold, as were his hands but he kept his head down and mouth closed for there was no one to complain to. He gazed up at the sky above and was greeted with little more than dark clouds, there was no sun this day. He however, did not moan or complain, he knew that did little good. 

 

To his left he saw a mirrored image of his right, to his right he saw a mirrored image of his left. There were new faces that walked past each day, however few ever walked past him twice, but he had become accustomed to his onetime greetings for there was little time emotion and attachment. 

 

The world was dull to him, but not only because he could no longer hear after the blasts. When he saw the others shouting and could feel the ground shudder in thuds akin to hitting piece of concrete with a rubber mallet he would move with the rest of the bodies into various shallow holes cut into the walls.

 

Little faith was held with the holes by anyone, for if an accurate hit was achieved from all those miles away they would still evaporate into nothing. Yet, every one of the bodies young and old still crammed themselves in amongst the deep mud and rats that inhabited the cut outs whilst they were not in use. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a cold, crisp winter morning and the young man left his wife and German Sheppard asleep and drove half an hour to the steam locomotive factory. The sound of metal being bashed tormented him every single time he walked into the factory. He was always the first employee to arrive and the last one to leave. The factory was old and the glass in the celling was broken. Every morning the boss came in at 9:00am and would check the machinery and oil the rail wheels. The boss left every day at 12:01pm. There was a sharp scrapping sound coming from one of the old machines that used to connect the piston into the cylinder, in order for the steam engine to operate. The sound slowly faded out. He was the only person in the factory when the sound occurred. It happened again, only this time the machine was roaring and the smell of burning oil filled the air. The machined sounded like a vicious lion roaring. The man approached the machine with caution, the sound was blasting through his ears, blood was bleeding out of his ear drums.

 He doesn’t know these people, but they know him, “Percy, PERCY, PERCIVAL PLEASE”.
 “Dong” “dong”

A grey town, grey fields, a grey house, a grey weathered man. Doesn’t get up, doesn’t sander downstairs, lethargically doesn’t takes his pills and doesn’t sit down in his wheelchair, he doesn’t watch the snow fall and he doesn’t think of a better time, and the old grandfather clock doesn’t ring, and he sleeps.