Ooh I think I might do this.
Day 1) Ogre's Demise
June Writing Prompts: Day 4
Alright, revert… easy enough. Don’t have to do any intense medical research like yesterday, I can just write something artsy and faggoty, or maybe even one of those drug PSA’s. Going strong, almost halfway through the first week.
June Writing Prompts: Day 9
Et cetera? Uhm, alright. I might be able to turn this into some sort of joke story. Maybe instead of et cetera, I’ll just create a story around a world where instead of using et cetera, people have to say the entire list of things they were gonna replace with et cetera.
June Writing Prompts: Day 11
Thesaurus, onomasticon, language reference book, et cet---, ah, I mean, storehouse of words, word list, glossary, terminology, sourcebook, treasury of words, lexicon, vocabulary.
June Writing Prompts: Day 15
Night jar. Gonna have to Google this one. Alright well, to begin with, if they’re talking about the bird, it’s one fucking word: nightjar. Secondly, I really don’t want to write about birds. What’s miz’s day 15… fucking cutthroats. God, that would be so easy. Fuck this shit.
June Writing Prompts: Day 21
That’s just fucking lazy.
June Writing Prompts: Day 26
So, Shonda Rhimes huh? I take it all back, whomever wrote this list has some fantastic taste. A bit specific but boy do I have a lot to write about here.
June Writing Prompts: Day 30
Fucking hell, it’s the last day. All I’ve got to do is finish this piece of writing drek, press ‘post’, and it’s all over. So fed up with this shit that I’m not even bothering to copy and paste it from somewhere else. Please, just let this go smoothly. So long as the site doesn’t crash or something, I’m in the clea---
I have an idea for this one, so I guess here goes.
Day 5- Not to brag
Not to brag, but I've traveled around the world. I worry not about paying for my house, food or medicine. My clothes? People pay me to wear them. I have nothing but ride or die friends.
In my free time, I party hard
Not to brag but everything seems fantastic. I am strong and not afraid to die.
I do not brag because I can not brag.
Those clothes i get paid to wear? It's the government giving me miminum aid to replace my uniform that has been worn and torn.
The food, housing and medical care? Simple, I am but a tool being mantained.
That traveling around the world? That is me being sent to some far off corner of the world to fight and possibly die for someone else's ideals.
Those friends who have my back no matter what? I have held them in arms as they died, lying to them that everything is going to be fine. That they will see their family again and live happily ever after.
That nonstop partying? I drink not for fun but to forget. To forget the unholy sound of the IED ripping the lead vehicle apart. I drink to forget the red mist that exploded out of the human being in my sight.
I am not strong because it is who I am, but simply because weakness has caused me so much trauma.
I am not afraid to die because some days I wish I had died on that fateful day. Death is not scary but instead an old aquantice that I have seen one too many times.
I don't brag because I can not brag. I can not brag because I am a solider.
I cannot brag because the best of us never made it home. To brag is to celebrate the fact that I am not among the best of us. In my profession your death can be meaninglessness and random. Another option is that you die while being a hero that saves the lives of his friends in a blaze of glory.
I can not brag but I am proud. The struggles, the scars and the trauma are mine. By making this cross my burden to carry, I ensure that others do not have to.
I can not brag, but instead I beg. Keep not only my fallen brothers but those of us still in battle either literally or figuratively in your thoughts .
The worst part? I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I may not be able to brag, but I have done and experienced what many can not claim and this is because....
I am a solider for better or worse.