Tag: War

100 Word Story – Velvet Sights

“Is this working now?”

“It better fukin’ work. It took damn near a month for the repairs to finish and another week to send it back.”

With her rifle in hand Aurora rapidly dismantled it down to expose the inner workings and placed a small blue jewel inside a small engraving. She put it back together and aimed down the scope, focusing on a dummy made of hay at least two hundred meters away.

Holding her breath to keep steady, the barrel of the rifle started to glow an unnatural velvet blue. She could feel the magic surging through it.


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100 Word Story – Naval Approach

These ships at the coast, they don’t belong here. They’re all docked down at the harbor, their flags drawn all the way down, making it harder to tell which faction they sailed from. We already secured our monthly supply of rations, meds, and munitions last week, and from our current number of troops we may be able to give out second rounds.

The thing is: we get our supplies from the Norther Alliance, we’re at war with the Duke of Nastradan in the west, and our fatherland borders the south and east.

Who the hell came in on those ships?


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100 Word Story – Honor in War

It was a beautiful thing, the way it swayed in the golden morning light. The breeze made it seem like it was moving of its own free will, that it was able to act like a living thing. Just watching it made me feel relaxed deep down in my soul; it felt nostalgic in all of the right places.

It was finally over. We had fought a long, tiring battle. Now was the time when we could all return home or take the chance to try and live in our new land.

Seeing our flag raised was truly a sight.


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Imaginary Platoon

War is a form of art, a violent and dangerous one. Its tool are the men and women on the front lines, looking like both a hero and invading enemy from the outside perspective. The paint, blood and limbs from the fallen.

It’s never a pretty sight to behold with one’s eyes. Some can experience traumatic moments in life if they managed to survive. However, there are those who only tell fables in order to seem like a hero.

Or because they’re probably not old enough to enlist in the army yet.

“Captain…”

“Damn it, Samson, you’re not gonna die on me! I won’t let you, that’s an order! If you disobey an order, I won’t hesitate to call the higher-ups!”

Drinks with A Vet

Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.

I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.

Patrick was more than just a muscle head.

Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.

“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”