Excerpt from prologue 'War is Hell' by my teenage sonA Story by O'MusingsExcerpt from a prologue from my 15 year old dyslexic sons first attempt at fiction/fantasy
Amber eyes glared down upon a name tag embroidered with his name L.koleshc. Amber eyes stuck quivering, quavering with the horrors of this world, dark bags hanging underneath them. Breaths heavy, slowly drawn. Complexion slightly tanned with a few freckles scattered around, more centred around his forehead. Others just like him, sitting, waiting out the current hail of fire. Joy a fleeting memory of the world he is here protecting.
Cold arctic blue eyes, filled with emptiness © 2017 O'MusingsReviews
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