The Wait

[TubbyJ]

I wrote this story back in the sixth grade, and it got an award at my regional Young Authors Awards Ceremony(something like that). It's kinda morbid, but I've been told it's not so much and still retains its quality. So, enjoy:

 

 

The Wait

 

 

The battlefield was barren. The emptiness. The silence. The wait.

 

 

The wait for complete and utter chaos. The wait for destruction. The wait for a thousand fully trained warriors men to launch an assualt on less than four hundred pitchfork armed peasants.

 

 

The wait for their own fates.

 

 

Even though the plains were more than a dozen miles wide, it seemed the smallest place in the world to the lilliputian army. Even their king sweated in fear. The town was quiet except for the wails of crying babies and the women's screams of mercy from God.

 

 

There were no men behind the castle walls. There were no males over twelve under the security of the crumbling fortress. All were needed to defend this ancient village.

 

 

The king looked to out toward the field. He saw nothing. He looked to the East. Not a living thing. He looked to the West. No sight of anything. He looked at the army. He saw no hope.

 

 

He saw none because there was none.

 

 

But still they readied their arms. The few still with spears sharpened them. The makeshift archers still shakily aimed thier bows. They all still stood to their ground. They stood together ready to die side by side.

 

 

A distant sound startled them...

 

 

The sound was hooves and feet stomping the ground. The sound of chain mail clanging against cold iron. The sounds frightened them all. It spread fear through their hearts. They held ground and steadied thier weapons. Then they saw them...

 

 

The massive military consisted of a thousand emotionless beings. Their faces showed no hint of ever having felt emotion. Each one was exactly the same as the last, a sea of heartless, uniform monsters.

 

 

The leader rode up on a black horse. He looked at the puny opposition with no pity for them. The words that he spoke were the last and the cruelest words the four hundred farmers had ever heard.

 

 

“Kill them all, burn down the town. But do not harm the crops.”

 

 

They were shocked and horrified, they were less than this month’s harvest. They were but expendable men to the monsters that had never felt any love, hate, or sorrow. They were but a large group of objects in this space to be mercilessly cast away for some few pounds of wheat and barley. Just future carcasses simply in their path. Four hundred pieces of pure nothingness.

 

 

The humongous opposition engulfed the poor souls. The monsters showed no effort or feeling for their fellow men that were complete annihilating. The small group of four hundred was maimed and beaten dead. Their bloody corpses soon dampened the soil beneath them. Even the children were put to the sword.

 

 

In less than a few minutes the thousand moved through the gates and killed every living soul they found.

 

 

When the massacre was done, the brigade of monsters began collecting the food and crops. They soon moved on, glad that they had no extra lives to protect and feed. They simply let the bodies to rot in beating sun…

 

 

 

[Eminence]

Not bad considering when it was written. I'm not sure on how it all translates - how old would you have been in 6th grade? Sounds impressive, to say the least.

 

Obviously I could ramble on about it, but I don't think it's really needed as you're not looking to do any better with it. To be honest though, there's not all that much wrong with it, it's a pretty decent short piece.

[TubbyJ]

I must have been about eleven or twelve when I wrote it. I was thinking about going back and editing it a bit, while typing it on the computer I noticed a few things that I really could've done better on. So, maybe I'll give it another go.

[Eminence]

Nice piece for that age, then, certainly. Would be interesting to see you go back over it again, and see the comparison between the two once you're done.

[TubbyJ]

Yeah, I'm editing it up.