Hey guys!
Recently I found a story I made from way back when, and I figured it was pretty good so I decided to put it on here.
This was back in like, grade 4 or 5 for me, so it kind of sucks. But what can you do? It's set in World War II in America. So, without further ado, I give you my story.
Bomb Runner
Running was all he could think about right now. He was running to the barn to get his horse, Sam, out to the shelter.
The bomb was coming. Henry knew that it was going to hit the stable without mercy, and if he wanted himself and his horse to survive. They had to get out.
He grabbed the Halter from the hook at the door and moved, the metal cover aside, unvealing the lone stable, where a gray horse was looking around in fear.He opened the stable door and threw the halter on. But his cold hands was making the task difficult.
"Come on, come on..." He whispered. Finally, he was able to do up the last buckle, and without hesitation, he and his horse burst out the door.
He ran outside with Sam cantering beside him. Suddenly a bomb hit. Just before it was too late, Henry pulled Sam down under the porch and cowered in fear.
He was hiding from the bombings with the magnificent horse standing beside him. Once all was silent, Henry looked around, but all he saw was a barren wasteland.
Oh, Sam...Why did we have to lose everything." He sighed. Unexpectedly, he pulled himself into the gray horses mane and sobbed.
The horse looked at him with sad eyes, then nickered into the cold starless night.
The End
So how was it?