All Quiet On The Western Front Novels & Stories

I remembered the month before, when a few students from the training squad cornered me. They said I did not belong there because I came from outside. They threw my forging tools into a mud pit and cut up a wrist guard I had just finished. "You think you can make weapons looking like that?" They laughed loud and sharp. "Your sister is a frenzy wolf. You probably carry the same broken blood." "Stay away from us. We do not want your sickness rubbing off." When I got home, my mother smelled the mud on my clothes. She brushed my sleeve with her hand. "What happened to you?" She stopped for a second, then said more quietly, "Go clean up. Your sister cannot stand that smell."

We finish our dinner and my mum brings out her desserts to eat. Suddenly we hear loud sirens outside the house. We all stop what we're doing, confused by the sudden commotion. A loud noise starts coming from the speakers. I run towards the window to find the source. It looked like some huge automated plane type of a thing was playing a pre-recorded message. 'We just received information that there is going to be a bombing in this area.' The voice declares. My heart stops beating for a minute and our whole house becomes dead silent. 'You won't have the time to evacuate so soon. We reckon there's only going to be 10 minutes time before the first bomb is dropped. We don't know the extent of the

Third persons pov Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as they drove onwards, the skies are overhung with a blanket of grey so much so that he can barely tell the difference between the sky and the clouds, despite all this his only intention was to reach the destination soon as possible, he watched the raindrops race down to the windows, he pressed the accelerator even more zooming pass everything, the speed limit has hit over the limit and travelling with that speed in this heavy rain seemed dangerous still he never bothered about anything.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

Life is harsh at times but family, friends and loved ones are all you need. And to think it all started with the quiet girl from school. The quiet girl that we once bullied then she turned into the most important woman in our lives. We love her so much and always will. My quiet girl who is now my not so quiet woman. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I know she always will be. Her laugh, her blush and her cute giggle are what I love the most and so do the guys. Alexis smiles at us as we play with the kids and make them laugh. Scott sits beside her and I pat his shoulder, getting a smile.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

3rd Person's POV The swaying reeds on the roadside are fanning cold air to the inside of the car. They kept the windows open throughout the drive just to lessen the pressure that smother them, particularly Gabbie. She has been silent ever since they pound the pavement. Meanwhile, the man in the driver's seat was constantly receiving calls from people Gabbie doesn't have an idea of. Yet, from the way Xander was addressing them, she perceived them to be close acquaintances.

The calm was not peaceful—it was the charged, anticipatory silence that comes before the clamor of battle. In a small chamber near the barracks, an older wolf named Marcellus—a veteran who had seen many wars—sat alone with his thoughts. His eyes, clouded by age yet sharp with experience, flicked between a faded photograph of his fallen comrades and the window that looked out onto the darkening forest. “There’s a stillness in the night that tells me more than any roar of battle could,” he murmured to himself. “It is the quiet before the storm—a moment when every soul must find the strength to face the coming fury.”

He yanked the passenger door open and said, "I'm riding shotgun." Mute as a shadow, Elaine slipped into the back seat and pressed herself against the window. Stephen settled in beside her. The car glided through the darkness, its steady pace carrying them toward the hospital. Out of the blue, Stephen's voice cut through the silence. "Are you pregnant?" Elaine's response was a tangled mess of words, her voice barely a whisper. From the front seat, Jasper's icy tone delivered a reply. "Not so fast. We don't know yet."