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Intersecting Sagas


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War. War never changes.

 

Throughout history, in every civilization, there has been war, whether for property, territory, or wealth, matters little.

 

The most important war in history took place in the year of 2077. The Great War. Two hours long, it changed the future of the entire world. Entire cities were destroyed, and humanity's only survivors were the ones who could afford to take their families into fallout shelters or underground vaults.

 

And I am a descendant of one of those lucky survivors. The year is 2281, and my name is Kathleen. But call me that and I'll blow your head off. It's Katie to you.

 

My only friend is Ashley. She's a sniper, the only type of person I would trust with my life out here in the wasteland. She's quiet, mostly, but that's how I prefer it. Stealthy kills attract less attention.

 

And this is the story we have to tell you.

 

My footsteps seemed abnormally loud as I walked through the gravelly rubble in the ruins of an old building.

 

"Careful," I said to myself, "Remember what happened last time you set off a tripwire."

 

"Katie!" came Ashley's voice from behind me.

 

The familiar beeping noise make my hair stand on end. I turned, eyes wide, and jumped back several feet.

 

The heat of an explosion burned the ends of my hair, filling my nostrils with an unpleasant, pungent odor.

 

"Maybe we should go," Ashley suggested in her soft voice.

 

I strapped my hunting rifle to my back and nodded. I'd had enough unnecessary danger for one day.

 

As we stepped out of the building's ruined front door, I noticed something in the distance.

 

"You see that, Ashley?" I whispered, squinting at the two black silouettes on the horizon.

 

Ashley looked through the scope of her sniper rifle, then nodded.

 

I crouched and edged my way toward them, keeping my body hidden in the shadows.

 

A diminutive, thin girl of about seventeen in black combat armor, with sand-colored hair and lightning-blue eyes, along with a tall man wearing a leather trenchcoat and blood-red beret, were discussing which weapon the man would use.

 

"The Anti-Materiel Rifle is beast. You better wear it well, Craig Boone," the girl said in an authoritative voice.

 

"Fine," was his brusque reply in a cold voice.

 

They turned their backs to me. Now was my chance. I sprang out at them, Ashley covering me from a distance.

 

"Give me your money and ammo!" I cried, aiming my hunting rifle at the girl, "Now! And I'll be nice and let you live!"

 

The girl turned to me, "I knew you were there. You don't look high or drunk. Why are you doing this?"

 

I scowled at her, "I said give me your money!"

 

She pulled out a heavy pouch from her pocket, "You must be down on your luck," she said with a kindly smile as she tossed it to me.

 

"And your ammo!"

 

"I'm sorry. I need my ammo," she said gently, turning and walking away.

 

I looked through the sight of my rifle, aiming it for her head.

 

She turned and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. A glossy-white scar marked the middle of her forehead. She smiled childishly, "Somebody already beat you to it. I'm making it my life's mission to track him down."

 

I lowered my rifle, "Who are you?"

 

"Kayla," was her response.

 

I strapped my rifle to my back and turned around, letting this one live.

Edited by tokyobleach
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Don't give up writing just because of the following words.

 

I hope you are going to get your teacher's opinion on your writing that you posted.

 

I would love to have the teachers expert advice these days, to help me, as I only remember half of what I learned and I am sure she probably would fill in the gaps with the half that she probably still remembers. I just hope we both would remember the other half so we could get it all correct again.

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Great writing and enjoyable. I liked the flow of the story and found the character interaction good.

 

Some restructuring and bulking might be good but perhaps I am just being fussy.

 

Kudos!

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