Right so pretty much I am just starting my GCSE's and have been picked for this special English course for the "gifted" so I am also liking history rn and got a history essay I have to do so I wrote a mini story about World War 2 (the end) and I want opinions.
Berlin, Germany 1945. The Schutzstaffel were standing behind the looming statue named Helmuth Weidling, he wore his uniform with honour his multiple medals and stripes polished on par to the standard of his military parade shoes.
His furled brow as he consulted with the Füher about further plans, but everyone in that bunker knew they were in for a hellish night. The Soviets surrounded the bunker, getting closer and closer ,while their artillery bombarded the remaining troops.
Then Eva Braun steps in, her light brown hair like a knife through the atmosphere, everyone's shoulder slumped. It was always like this though, Adolf would give his tremendous speeches leaving everyone breath taken with his captivating charisma then they would be relieved to see the shining sun of Germany bouncing off the radiant hair of the Führer's wife.
Eva approaches the Führer and with a seductive sweep of her hair just tickling the edge of Adolf's nose she whispers in his ear and leads him off to their private study. Minutes later a loud bang, a slam against the floor then another, glass breaking in the study, the SS rush in and find the Führer laid with Eva Braun in his arms and blood splattering the desk and floor. A Walther PPK laid at the Hitler's feet. A partially cracked vial in Eva's hand.
That left one fucked up Germany.
His furled brow as he consulted with the Füher about further plans, but everyone in that bunker knew they were in for a hellish night. The Soviets surrounded the bunker, getting closer and closer ,while their artillery bombarded the remaining troops.
Then Eva Braun steps in, her light brown hair like a knife through the atmosphere, everyone's shoulder slumped. It was always like this though, Adolf would give his tremendous speeches leaving everyone breath taken with his captivating charisma then they would be relieved to see the shining sun of Germany bouncing off the radiant hair of the Führer's wife.
Eva approaches the Führer and with a seductive sweep of her hair just tickling the edge of Adolf's nose she whispers in his ear and leads him off to their private study. Minutes later a loud bang, a slam against the floor then another, glass breaking in the study, the SS rush in and find the Führer laid with Eva Braun in his arms and blood splattering the desk and floor. A Walther PPK laid at the Hitler's feet. A partially cracked vial in Eva's hand.
That left one fucked up Germany.
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