War Prisoner Novels & Stories

I suddenly hear my troops returning from the mission I had assigned them, I'm now wondering if they was successful and I grab my boots from my tent then proceeded to greet them. "Joshua, do you have my prisoner" I demand as him and his team get closer "yes my Lord but we need a healer now!" He replied frantic "A healer? What happened, who is hurt!?" I ask "The princess lord, she is unconscious and in bad condition, she needs a healer." He states as he pulls a small figure bundled up in a blanket from his lap on the front of his white stallion. I feel rage replace worry as I begin to shout at my highest in command "What the fuck Joshua! I told you that not a single hair on her head was to be

The body of the terrible guard slides down the sharp stone walls, and a pool of blood begins to surround him. "Hurry up," exclaims the cupper-eyed man charging the gun. The four escapists run down the corridor turning to the right, trying to forget the lifeless body of the officer. The way to the dock was long and confusing, but fortunately, they had not had another incident; however, that didn't mean that something bad could happen. "Yes, Mr. Craig, I think more than half of the guards had too much to drink...."

she said in excitement. "Dara! Have breakfast ready at this instance." Editha commanded the maid. "Sourdough bread, my love." Her mother offered the breadbasket as they sat down. "You loved this with strawberry jam back at home. I reckon I asked Dara to bake them for you." Dara was a fifty-year-old jew who had been working for the Wagner family since the camp opened; she was one of the first prisoners that had stepped in Jasenovac. When asked about her family once, she had always kept her mouth closed and always followed Editha's orders with her head down.