Swamp Football

I hit the slushy gooey dirt as I screamed “I got it!” I stretched for the filthy unpleasant ball. The mucky grubby unclean ground caused me to slip, slide and fall over. But finally I got the grimey ball and booted it. It was difficult as I was covered in mud. But as I watched Chloe she slipped and shouted “Oops!” and then got up. She was grimey and filthy. It was just unpleasant. The hard ground turned into a mucky, grubby, grimey, filthy football field.

Windfall

Dreams of what happened that day.

The screams and yells fill his head.

The sites that he saw still haunt him.

The years that past.

Fighting for the glory made him proud.

The memories that stay with him.

The darkness reminds him of what happened.

The chances that he took. 

He was proud of what he did.

By Eden

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