Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

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I was walking through the cold, dark forest when i heard a rustle of leaves to my right. I looked and saw nothing. I continued down the path. I was on my way home from a friends house. My mother had always told me to never go home through the forest alone. It had gotten dark though and I had needed to get home and this was the fastest route. About 5 minutes later I heard the rustle again. I turned around only to see a tall man coming towards me. I started to panic. I tried to run the opposite direction but before I could, he slipped a gray bag over my head. I tried to fight back couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough. There was no holes in the bag so it got harder and harder to breathe. The last thing I remember before blacking out was being thrown into the back of a truck.…show more content…
Then it all came back to me. I remembered all that had happened. I stood up and looked around. I was in a old wooden barn it looked like. There was a window to my left and two ancient looking doors in the front. I ran toward them and and tried to open it. They wouldn’t budge. I looked through the crack between the two doors and saw that somebody had chained them shut. I ran to the window and tried to open it. It wouldn’t budge either. I found an old shovel to the back of the room. I hit it against the glass. The whole window shattered into a million tiny pieces. I pulled myself through the small opening, barely fitting through it. The tiny shards of glass pierced my skin but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of there. Once I got outside I looked around only to see fields upon fields stretching out as far as the eye could see. “Where was I?” I wondered. I walked to the other side of the shed and saw an old wooden house with a black truck on the right of
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