Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness

[furzicle]

The boom was deafening.

Aleksandr hid his head under his crossed arms. A rattling of chips fell down from the ceiling of the basement where he and his school mates were hiding. You never got used to the missiles, no matter how constant they were. He waited. He waited more. He would outlast those Russian monsters out there no matter how long it

Comments

[adoptedwriter]

Awwwww. There are always “good Russians” who are caught up in this horrific thing they never asked for…especially kids.

All those poor Ukrainian kids too. Too many having to live with Trauma Brain forever. No place is safe these days.

[banana_galaxy]

Chilling. And something I don't think I could really imagine having to live through myself. But very well shown!

[dsrmousey]

Makes our troubles seem petty doesn't it. I pray for those kids. War is ugly, and the madman who is pushing it is despicable. This made me cry. Nice work. Peace~~~D

[viagra]

Very poignant. I like the way you looked at the prompt with this one!

[marlawentmad]

This was a good use of the prompt. I've never written a story through mostly dialogue. I am curious about your process.

[furzicle]

I imagine myself there. Really, no different than usual writing. The best thing is that you are immediately into "showing, not telling."