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Home Front chapter 3Chapter 3
Gloucestershire, June 1944
Somewhere, in the middle of Gloucestershire, between Sheepscombe and Painswick, was a farm. The farm had been in that family for ages and it was going to be in the family for some long, long time.
A young, strawberry-blond woman walked through the land to the stables. She had inherited it from her parents. A few years before the war started, her father was killed when a horse went wild and the animal kicked her father to death. Her mother died not much later, being heartbroken.
"Miss Knight!" suddenly sounded and the woman turned around. "Can I help you?" A seventeen years old girl with bright eyes and reddish hair rushed towards her.
Anita Knight smiled. "Of course you can, Angela." Angela was one of the five girls who were on her farm. When Anita had heard about the children being send to the country side, she decided to help. The people of the church decided that it would be better for the young Knight to take care of five girls, who now all slep
Home Front, chapter 2Chapter 2
London, May 1944
It was time to leave. The brave soldiers took their time to say their last goodbyes to their wives, fiancées and their family.
One of these soldiers was soldier Ray Kowalski. His parents were from Poland, who had fled from the first war. They figured they couldn't be safe in that war and they went to England, hoping for a new future. When they were allowed to come and live in England, they decided, to show them their appreciation, that their only son would go to the army. So he would be serving the country; the country which once helped them when they needed it the most.
"Don't you worry, honey." said Ray and he looked to his young, blond wife. "I will come back."
Anne Kowalski looked to her husband. Just like his family, her family fled out of the Poland too. But that was somewhere in the 1938, when the first signs for a threat of attack were visible. That year, one year before this war started, her family figured that it wouldn't be safe for them to st
Home Front Chapter 1Chapter 1
London, May 1944
It was war. It had been war for the last five years. In 1939, Poland was invaded. It was the start of Adolf Hitler's war against the rest of Europe. But they weren't the only ones in war. Indonesia had been invaded by the Japanese and it didn't take too long before America was threatened as well.
But Great-Britain was one of the few countries who had their own government in their own country. Winston Churchill told the people to keep up hope and asked the men to fight for their king and country. But nobody was sure if everyone would be safe in the United Kingdom. It could be only a matter of time before the Germans would try to take over this island.
War has never been easy, and it wasn't fair too. But it was the duty of these men to fight, so they would keep their wives and children safe.
Lucy was a young woman when she met Andrew, who had little care about the rest of the world. She managed to turn Andrew in a caring man, who served for his count
Without Each other Last Chapter
Anita walked around through the enormous house. It was indeed some time since she was there for the last time. Several years to be exact. She hadn't been there since she and Victor were engaged. Because there was no need to go there.
But she was back now and she wasn't really planning on going to home now. A door opened and she turned around. Behind her was the man who had brought her into the house. "How are you, my dearest Anita?" asked the Italian sculptor as he saw his guest.
"I've felt better." whispered Anita as she looked to Alphonse. She had told him everything. About her marriage with Victor, how she felt that he was cheating on her and about her pregnancy. Of course, Alphonse had still some contacts at U.Z.Z., so he knew what was going on there most of the time.
"Don't you worry. Here in Italy, you don't have to think about your cheating husband or to worry about your child or even the money. You can stay here as long as you want and the baby is welcome here too."
Without Each Other ch 5
Victor came to his work. He didn't sleep well, since Anita didn't come home last night. He felt horrible; he had no idea who could have taken Anita or why someone would take her. There was no note, no phone call, just completely nothing from the kidnapper.
He had taken his sky-bike and flew through the city. If Anita was just mad, and he couldn't really see why she would be mad, he would have seen her somewhere. He went to her favourite spots, but she wasn't there either and no-one had seen her that day.
Victor turned around when he heard that familiar voice. A pitch-dark haired woman walked up to him. "Hello, Blanche." he said as his partner approached him.
Blanche took one look at him and knew that there was something going on. "What's wrong, Victor?" she asked. As a former agent of the French Secret Agency, she knew when someone was hiding something.
"Anita didn't come home last night." said Victor and he looked to his partner. "Do you think we
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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