Ok, so this is my first story and it's actually for an English project, but I thought I should just go ahead and post this :3 Review and let me know what you think! I will write more when I have time OTL.


I've been walking in the once thriving, blossoming forest, now blackened and covered in Agent Orange. The once jade colored trees are now dying and losing their color like when someone enters a war, and all the happiness is drained from them. My beautiful forest is dying, and all I can do is stare and take in everything before it's all gone. The crystal blue pond is now a brown mucky color, everything once living there is now gone as if there wasn't anything there to begin with. There's an abandoned tent shrouded nearby, probably thinking the same thoughts as me. The ground is barren with chipped bark and petals from the wilting flowers. Everything has had the life sucked from it, and I'm no better.

The golden sun is peeking through the trees as if there is still some hope. The light on the once crystal pond appears to be glistening and there is still some color left. When night falls, the sun will be replaced by the moon and it will shine just as bright in the eerie dark.

Off in the distance, I can hear the sounds of gunshots blasting through the thick air. I'm trying not to listen to it and just focus on the silence. I walked on this ground when I was younger, and I could hear the sound of birds tweeting with bliss and the leaves blowing gently in the wind. But not anymore, because this forest isn't a forest anymore, it's a battlefield.

On the cluttered ground covered with dead plants, I can slightly make out footprints. Probably the American soldiers, they've been on my tail for days and won't stop until they find me. What will happen if they find me? Will I have to surrender and banish communism from my land? All I can do is wait here until my wounds heal, but would it be worse if I just stayed here? Should I keep moving in this state? I don't know how much longer I'll be able to go. The silence right now almost makes me want to die. What is silence? Sound is everywhere, even if you can't hear it. Can I ever be happy again? When was the last time I even smiled? I can't remember, I've been fighting for so long it's seemed like an eternity.

I'm trembling in fear, I can't do this anymore. I just want this war to end, and it kills me because I don't know which side to choose. People are dying because of me… for me. Neither side of me will rest until I can make this work. I'm waiting in anticipation for the soldiers to come and find me. I know I can't run forever, no matter how much I want to. Sadness and sorrow has overcome me… I want everyone to be at peace again. I want this forest to stay here forever. I want future generations to come and remember what happened, to never forget the history.

Because history is the future.

History is the future.

History is now.