http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kristoff The original writings of author Kristoff von Richthofen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010900 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15           Hellish screams awoke me. I was in the infirmary. The screams weren't from there though; they were from my own tormented mind, from my own mouth.          The captain whom I had seen earlier had been sitting next to my cot. He jumped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1544643/           I awoke back in hell. I'd forgotten where I was, and I was terrified beyond belief before finally remembering. Grabbing my rifle, I started to crawl back to base, which was just up the hill, each movement sending an immense agony tearing through my body. I knew I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1544642/           The gunfire rang in my ears and bullets flew past my face as I ran through the dark forest. Branches flew past on either side, a few leaving small scratches. I threw myself down by a log, using it to prop up my rifle, and opened fire on the advancing enemy. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1544640/ Just a short story I wrote. It's about an infantry soldier in combat and how he is saved after being wounded. Was he really saved by just another man, or was it something more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1544626/          Chris’ consciousness came back to him slowly. He was upside down in a tree, hanging from the strings of his parachute. It was still night time. He felt something dripping down his face and tasted something metallic. Blood? He wiped his hand across his mouth an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1528898/          John was sitting in the lounge with some of the other pilots. He talked and laughed with them as he drank his Coke, but inside he felt only worry. His laughter was forced, and one of the other pilots could see it.        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1528896/           The captain walked in from outside, shutting the door against the harsh, cold wind. He took off his blue uniform cover and set it on his desk, ran his fingers through his long black hair, then stubbed out his cigarette.          "Hey, wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1528893/ Kristoff Williams is sent on a mission to attack Russia when his plane is shot down and he is taken prisoner in a Russian prison camp. All he wants is to make it back home to his brother John. Alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kristoff/1527400/