Michael Ruiz (the Future)
11/6/2014 12:53:35 am
After confronting my brother and killing him (Accidently) I have returned home to tell my family the news. Sadly my brother was the only one that was on the other side, the rest of our family was on the Republican side. When he returns he shares the news with a lot of sadness to his beloved family they grieve that night. The next day they say there goodbyes to there loved one as the war is still going on. The brother that lived hopes that his family will now be safe in the war and there will not be another loved one lost in this war for the quest of healing Ireland.
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Dagfinn Knutsen
11/6/2014 01:15:03 am
A day has passed and nothing feels the same. My morale has dropped and my desire to live is lost. I feel a deep desire to pull the trigger on myself. I have quit as a sniper, and I have quit fighting for the war I have fought has only ended in loss of loved ones. So today I stand here, at the end of this cliff saying my last prayers as I make myself ready to jump...
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11/8/2014 01:08:48 am
that was really good! i like how you used big descriptive words
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Yazeed Alrajhi
11/6/2014 09:34:16 pm
Before I realized that I killed my brother I didn’t feel any sad, because I don’t care about other people. I know that there are people that care about who I killed but I don’t, until 3 weeks ago; when I killed my own brother. I felt really bad, I wish I didn’t do it. Now I know how people feel when I kill their relatives. I’m going to stop doing what I do, because I don’t myself or anyone else feel what I felt…
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Tomas Volenec
11/6/2014 09:45:19 pm
Before, I felt like it is his life job to kill. But after realizing what I have done, my mind changed. My life turned black as the blood of my brother. I quit this job forever. People were trying to cheer me up, but the agony of what I have done, was too strong. I decided to kill myself and as many people from the other side. I jumped into the cloud of them starting to shoot a bullet after bullet. I killed all of the before they even recognized me being from the other side. So I am still alive, and I live in peace, with sadness.
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Jaylin Harris
11/6/2014 09:46:44 pm
Jaylin Harris
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11/6/2014 10:12:10 pm
Orenzy Turner
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Dagfinn Knutsen
11/17/2014 12:07:45 am
Oh wow, that was very well written!
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11/8/2014 01:04:30 am
I stare into the eyes of my dead brother. The brother I grew up with, the brother I would have sacrificed anything for, the brother I shot without knowing it was him. I can't go back to my family with his blood on my hands, I can't see my mother cry, but most of all I can't face my self-hatred. People are still shooting in the streets and I make my decision. I move from beside my brother and stand. almost immediately all guns are pointed and firing at me. I feel the bullets piecing my legs and torso and neck. But I keep my eyes on my brothers body, determined to die looking at him as he had died looking at me. I am shot repeatedly, but I don't fall until a bullet goes through my heart that screams for my brother. I fall back next to him, my heart and head screaming for him, begging for him to be ok. But he isn't. He will never be ok again and it's my fault. another bullet and the screaming in me stops. I see my brother's dead eyes, and then everything goes black.
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Hailey Mueller
11/8/2014 07:04:03 pm
As soon as I shot the man, I turned him over and realized it was my brother. My heart sunk. I had just shot my brother. I looked around and no one was there, it was just me. I didn’t know what to do. My brother and I were buddies. When we knew that we wouldn’t be on the same side, I was crushed. All the memories went away. I didn’t know what to do. I picked up the sniper and shot myself. My brother and I could now be together again.
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Eryn Johnson
11/8/2014 07:10:42 pm
After I saw the face of my dead brother whom i had murdered, I couldnt move. Emotions and thoughts were rushing through me. What was I going to say to my family? Would they hate me forever? But mostly, I was thinking about how I hated this war. This war caused me to risk my life. Caused me to kill my own brother. I couldnt hold in my emotions anymore. I broke down crying. I stood up and took my pistol. I held it to my head and pulled the trigger. No one could control me anymore.
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Bre Pope
11/8/2014 09:10:49 pm
I shot my brother not knowing it was him, I did it for survival do you think the people would understand? He was my bestfriend my blood. I feel guilt but if this was turned around would he have shot me? Was he going to shoot me? Losing my brother is not like losing a friend way worse.
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Becca Mann
11/9/2014 03:14:41 am
I'm a different man. Before, I was just a sniper, doing my job and being a committed republican. It all changed when I completed my mission, and shot my enemy sniper. Normally, this would be an accomplishment, but it was far from that. An instinct came over me and told me to go look at the dead body, even if it were unsafe. My heart jumped into my throat when I turned his face towards my. It was my brother. I had murdered my brother. I compressed my feelings and walked away quickly, needing to get out of the area. Over the course of the next few weeks, I had the reacuring thought of ending my life. I couldn't live with this burden. It was burring me alive, breaking my ribs and filling my lungs with regret. When I finally felt like I couldn't take this regret and guilt anymore, I has decided my fate. They say you should write a note when you do this. To give some sort of closure to your loved ones when they find it. But the last family I had was my brother, so I write one in my head as a load my gun with a single bullet. I Am sorry brother. I will see you soon." I finished as I cock my gun. I hold it to my temple, squeeze the trigger, and with a loud bang, I am gone.
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Kayla Lambiase
11/9/2014 04:36:45 am
When I took the position to be a sniper and fight for what i believed in, I never thought it could tear about my heart and family all at once. I shot him. I shot my brother. The boy I grew up with fishing and playing cards with then turned into the man i watched get married to soon start a family, now was lying dead on the ground,When i turned his remains over on the cold hard ground, my heart stopped beating and I felt paralyzed in the moment, It was as if those few short seconds never ended. I hate myself for it. I took out a piece of paper and pen and wrote " Please notify our family, Im sorry mom and dad" I placed it in my hand and gripped it tight. I put the gun in my brothers hand and pulled the trigger for him. I would now forever lay with him.
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Can
11/9/2014 06:22:21 pm
As soon as I shot the man, I turned him over and realized it was my brother.
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Bailey L.
11/12/2014 09:08:15 pm
When I held him in my arms with blood dripping down my shirt, I was starting to panic. I asked myself why this was happening and I was assuming this was a dream. I don’t think I can hold it any longer, so I decided to stand up and walk the other direction and forget that this never happened. I walked far away, and I just wanted to leave and not come back. All I wanted to do was to forget just to Forget.
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Jacorian Clayton
11/16/2014 01:51:17 am
That face. It has been years since I have seen that face. Years ago my brother disgraced our family name by leaving the republic for the Free Staters. At first I was in shock that out of everyone that could have been here it was my own brother I killed. I remembered the laughs we shared and the times we spent playing together as kids in the street. The time he protected me from being killed by a Free Stater when I was fourteen. Then those feeling disappeared as quickly as they came and the hatred set in. When I needed him the most he left me because of his twisted vision of Ireland. I left his body with no feelings of sadness or regret. The only thing on my mind was now how do I get home.
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Andreas A
11/19/2014 01:42:48 am
After i saw my brother ling there on the ground in the blood, i thought what have i done. My parents will never let me back home. They will hate me for the rest of their lives. I said my last goodbyes to my brother and I left. I went to search for a new hiding spot. I walked in the shadows to find a hiding spot. It was hopeless. Everywhere where i went were soldiers. Finally I found a spot in an high building apartment. When i got set up in my spot, I was riffraff to take the shot, because I was afraid to shote someone I know. So I stayed there for couple of hours thinking about my future and past.
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leanna veilleux
11/26/2014 03:18:47 am
As I look down into my brothers eyes, I feel slight warmth at the bottom of my feet. I look slowly down to see that my brothers blood is spreading and engulfing my feet. I'm terrified. I scream a blood curdling scream which scratches at the back of my throat. I look down once more at the pool of blood on my dirty boots. The blood started to shake and quiver. Wait no, it can't be the blood. It's me. One word is turning over in my head. Please. Please let this be a dream. Please let me see him once more. Please let me be able to hug him and feel his heart thumping against my own. Please. In my head it keeps spinning, and churning and then one by one the single word shatters, into tiny pieces, spilling to my lips. P..l...e...a....s..e. The word barely escapes my mouth. My tears are spilling down my cheeks and dripping into my dry mouth only to choke me once more. My fingers fiddle with something cold and hard while my other hand is in my brothers limp hand. The taste of the tears almost masked the terrible taste of this metal. My tongue gently surrounded the gun ready for what it brought next. I layed down next to my brother, and stared into his hollow, sad, eyes. And squeezed both of my hands, one holding the cold hand and one holding the gun that was placed gently in my mouth.
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Nancy
11/27/2014 09:32:46 pm
I woke up the next morning when everything was bright again. At first I couldn't remember but then that feeling came sneaking. I felt like I had to throw up. I couldn't believe what I had done. He had betrayed me and our family, but he was still my brother. Killing came so natural to me before but now I can't even pick up my weapon. All I knew at that moment was that I needed to get away. I needed to leave the country, to find a new place. A new place with no war and no weapons. A place where I could be safe. So I picked up my stuff and started running. I didn't know where I was going or how I was going to get there or even when I when I would get, but I knew I would there. Wherever there was
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