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just as i promised heres some more of my writings enjoy...

The snow drifted gently through the chilly December air settling on the already white ground below sending the small Pennsylvanian town into a dreamy Christmas mood. A warm memory from a long time ago.
The gentle warmth of a loving home surrounded the small Marrack family.
“Were losing him, give him another shock!”
The young nurse pressed the shockers to his chest zapping him and causing his body to jolt in the air. Dan’s eyes squinted as he began to come to. “He’s awake, stabilize him so we don’t lose him again!” “Right doctor,” replied his nurse busying herself with the desired tasks. He looked over at his bedside where his loving wife sat gazing at him with a warm smile. Damn, he wished he could remember her who she was. Suddenly he was thrown into a wild coughing fit so violent each cough threw his body in the air. As the violent coughing continued it drew Daniel closer to death, every cough ravaged his body horribly. After several minutes of coughing Daniel lapsed into a coma. As his life hung in the balance Daniel’s mind began to wander back to a time he wished he could forget; a time where the warmth of a loving family disappeared in a nightmarish hell of war and suffering and where the horrible stench of death lingered among him.

hello whatever wierdos and or freaks read this journal.
i'm really bored and i don't have anything to write about so i'm just gonna give you a random excerpt from something i've been writing.
enjoy..... razz

PROLOGUE
2006, Suburbs of London


The fires burned down to it’s last red embers as the night dragged onward shrouding the cavernous livingroom into the calm darkness of the nighttime. Daniel “COUNTRY” Marrack stared longingly into the dying embers of a past long forgotten by many.... but one man remembered. Gripping from old age and an even older body Daniel cracked and crunched as he pulled himself out the comfy arm chair and walked over to the window. He stared up at the bright starry English sky as his mind began to flood with memories; memories of a life he had hoped he’d left behind for good but had decided to come back to haunt him. Daniel grabbed his coat and decided to take a walk. He opened the door and walked out onto the road outside. His feet slapped the pavement quietly for at least an hour as he shivered from the cold then out of the right side of his vision he saw something. A bomb crater lay alongside the small 2 lane road, a lingering battle scar from a war nobody wanted to remember. Daniel cried out in distress as a sharp, intense pain struck his head bringing him to his knees on the pavement. Tears began rolling as he gripped his pounding head, so many memories, so many painful memories. A face flashed in his mind. Who was it? Where was it from? He pounded the pavement with his fist. “Who the Hell was it!?!?!” he screamed up into the night sky. He crumpled to the ground in agony; wait a second, he knew who it was. The entire ordeal became clear, so very clear. Memories of past operations, friends and enemies. April 9th. He pounded his head trying to remember the importance of that date but he continued to draw a blank. His eyes shot open as he blurted out, “That was the day that we tried to kill Vodmart.” His right arm went numb, his vision began to blur. What was happening?!” He struggled to stand but collapsed back to his knees. Unable to stand he began crawling back towards his abode. His arms throbbed every time his arm hit pavement sending pulses of pain to his brain. After several minutes of desperate crawling Daniel gave up out of sheer exhaustion and pain letting his head lay on the pavement. He blacked out. A scream of distress echoed in the vast darkness he had just plunged head first into.

i'll keep updating this every once and awhile i hope you enjoy these.

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