Fiction: Group 3
Pinewood Battery
ISF Academy Secondary Division, Hurley, Erin - 12, Fiction: Group 3
he Battery on the Peak was abandoned. Multi-coloured leaves danced in the breeze and evergreen
moss cloaked the concrete walls. Her hair fluttered in the wind while she peeked inside the dark
grey bunker.
Then, history came alive.
The Battery was darker than before. ‘Crunch, crunch’, the sound of boots echoed in the air, as she saw the
soldiers guarding the Battery, with gleaming guns on shoulders. Chatting and shooting practice replaced the
leaf coated ground; the smell of trampled leaves and metal filled her nose.
She fixed her eyes on a soldier burying something. She walked towards him, his clothes were covered in
mud, fingers drenched in blood, and sandy colored hair caked in dried leaves and plant roots. Her knees
buckled, and she dropped onto the dirt. She stared at the boy’s face, realizing that he was quite young, as his
eyes stared intensely at an object. He was digging a hole that would cover its shimmering gold surface.
Suddenly, shots rang out. Panic flooded the grounds, and screams echoed all around. Japanese filled the air,
and corpses lay on the grass. Small pellets flew past her eyes. Chaos was among the troops, she saw the
figures darting into different directions, hiding within the shrubs. She smelled the burning bullets, glistening
black cannons, loaded,aimed…
She stared in horror at the soldier who was burying the shiny item, his blood spilled all over her shoes. Her
curiosity got the better of her, as she penetrated the dirt masking the object near the fallen soldier’s hand.
Her fingers maneuvered around the mud, until she finally touched the hard surface. She tore the object out
of the mud, revealing a small gold nugget the size of a 5 dollar coin.
‘BANG’
She blinked hard. The troops disappeared. The feel of chaos was gone. No screams, no shots, no dead bodies
on the hill. No more taste of metal in the wind. She looked down at her shoes, realizing that they were no
longer soaked in blood. She turned to her brother, asking:
“Did you see that?”
He glanced at her expression, filled with despair and astonishment.
She noticed that a small hole was dug around her feet. Her eyes widened as she kneeled down. Her hands
smoothed the dirt, until she found what she wanted.
The gleaming, chunky surface reflected back at her.
“ Are you ok?”
She decided not to tell him because she thought that he might think she was crazy. After all, not everyone
has the ability to go back into time.
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