Little Inklings 2020-21

25 The man led the people, only about fifty left outside the door now, slowly through the cracking doorway. He looked at his surroundings and seemed to notice nothing unusual. He looked in the sniper ?s general direction, and the sniper ?s heart beat faster as his breath altogether stopped. The man kept turning his head, and the sniper carefully let his breath out. The sniper was tired of his anger and wanted it all gone. He thought that taking off his uniform-- no matter how cold it made him-- would make it easier. He wanted to, and it was his best option, he told himself. He kept repeating to himself that he was tired of the war, of the fighting, of the hunger, and of the general pain that was so perfectly etched on the mass of people?s faces. He took his uniform off and threw his helmet off with a dull bang-- he didn?t care if he was noticed anymore. The sniper, now only with an undershirt to keep him warm, took his pistol from the belt that had been tossed on the floor. He readied it to shoot, looked over the hill once more, and turned the pistol around. The shot rang out, and the sniper fell onto the grassy hill. The mass of people now moved quickly, and close to the ground, certain that the shot had been directed at them. Little did they know, the blue-uniformed men would lose the war because they were casualties of their own desire to win. Miguel Kumar | 8th Grade