Battlefield Descriptions

By Year 7 pupils

The explosions rang deafeningly in the distance. Screams of men on the battlefield hung in the air like a cloud. The man’s knees were shuddering, his heart was pounding against his chest as his legs powered through the grassland like a cheetah. Running for his life, bullets bolted past his face with the intention to kill. Diving into the grass, he lay in as much cover as he could muster while the battle raged endlessly around him. Attempting to crawl away from the beastly battlefield, an enemy soldier fired a bullet directly towards his open back, ready to kill him…

Kit D.

Deep, fiery red clouds filled the sky with flickering flames and billowing smoke. Like a dragon, the cloud reared up and flames exploded from its jaws as its monstrous roar echoed around the vast landscape. The thick stench of smoke filled the air with horrifying gases that made your nostrils tingle and froth. All withered, decayed, and formed from ash, the tank spouted flames that licked and lashed, covering itself in a large red blanket, all tucked up and warm. Deep grey clouds filled the sky with dread and fright: rhinos, ready to charge.

Billy H.

I felt the cool earth pressing into my cheek. I tucked my knees hard into my chest, so hard that I thought my ribs may shatter. All I heard was the ringing in my head and the sound of my heart slamming itself into the walls that have confined it all these years. A prisoner. Like me, like you, we are all prisoners to the futility and pain that comes with war. And what is life but a war? All I had was my battered body and the sound of my desperate, prisoner heart.

Naomie P.

As groups of soldiers charged across the vast field, dusty green swaying grass attacked them. Big flashes of a fiery ombre flew up and into the atmosphere; as soldiers stumbled back, the flowing snaky smoke flew across and into the air. Screams and shouting could be heard, making the army more nervous, and the sky became more ominous by the minute. As some soldiers made their way around the explosion, some fled, trying to escape the disaster.

Maya S.

The grey and red mushroom of fire rose into the sky. Grass slowed the pumping legs of frightened men checking their soldiers every second. Every once in a while, one of them would look to the side and see one of their fellow soldiers drop suddenly to the floor, head buried in the tall grass. The bomb was deafening. So much so that you couldn’t hear the person next to you fall to the floor with a bullet in their back. Burning ash from the great explosion could be seen falling everywhere.

Charlie S.

Dazed and discombobulated men ran from the scene, shouting and crying against the distant blaze of red behind them. Moments ago, the violent colours were just a metal object, like death locked up in a steel coffin: cold, silent and deadly. All it took was a sudden movement for a storm of rage and wrathfulness to unleash in the canister of temper and fury. Men looked back at their companion’s sorrowful fate. The effluvium of death was all around those who survived, unlucky enough to still be alive. The ground was glazed with gizzards and a vile smell rose up from it.

Meadow

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