My Writing

At school we had to write a story about being in the medical tent during war. We had to describe what we could see, hear, and feel. after we  had written our own story, we got put with a buddy and had to mix our stories together. Here is what we got:




I slowly opened my eyelids with no memory of what had just happened. Quiet mumbles echo down the solid brick building. The squeak of the nurses trolley screeches in my ears. The smell of urine wafts under my nose, it makes my stomach churn. My clothes are drenched in blood which makes my knees feel tingly. I need to get out of here I thought to myself. 

By CAMPBELL and CAMERON