Saturday, March 23, 2019
On the Way - Fiction :: Papers
On the Way - fictionalisation It was a cold windy night in the mid declination of 1941. The snow was falling slowly down the footpath while George was pass home. He was wearing a his big brown coat and a brown hat. George lived in a small wooden house which be built by himself in the forest. George lived alone by himself since his parents left him. He was living away from the world and he didnt know what was happening somewhat him, and he had no idea about the fascism which was in the grip of the world. He was a grown man and he could care for himself, but the loneliness was his problem. His only friends, Mr and Mrs Muller were living a few miles away from him. ace day when George was in the forest hunting for food, he heard a womens scream and horses coming to him. George jumped into the bush next to him and waited. He pointed his gun to the counsellor w here(predicate) the noise was coming from. They were getting closer. Suddenly a Jewish women passed by being chased by two military men in horses. The woman was frightened to death for her life. One of the men in horses pointed his shotgun at her and shot her in the leg. Should I leave her die here?, said the horseman. No, she might come back to the city again. Lets finish her here and now, answered the other(a) horseman and pointed his gun into her head. George was frightened and terrified, he couldnt fancy a woman being murdered in front of him. He fired to one of the evil person that was aiming to the poor woman and killed him. The other horseman ran, he was afraid for loosing his life. The girl was dressed like a tramp, with long brown swampy trousers, a sweater with ripped sleeves and old dirty shoes. George went out of the bush and asked the woman Who are you, why are they footrace after you? The woman answered, My name is Isabel.
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