Making the River This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

June 5, 2010
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Diary of Thomas Warren: July 27, 1864 I crouched behind the large willow that overlooked the woodland down the hill, and let my breath come in halting gasps. Cool and soft breezes brushed over me, caressing my skin. My eyes roved around the surroundings, alert for trouble. In each flutter of feathers I heard musket fire and the shouts of my pursuers. Kneeling, I tore strips of cloth from my tattered pants and wound them around my bare feet. I made each movement slowly and deliberately, letting my strength return.

After I had regained my breath, I stood and made a beeline for the glimmering water in the distance. If I could make the river, I could float downstream to camp; if I made it to the river, I would live.

Hearing a commotion, I looked behind me. Far up the hill I could see the flash of a blue uniform. They had followed me. Splinters flew from a tree five feet to my right. A split-second later I heard the sharp report of a musket. I broke into a hobbling run. My eyes flickered over the rocky ground as I searched for any obstacle that might ensnare me and slow my descent.

After several minutes, I turned around, trying to see if they were in sight, and my foot caught a root overhanging a badger's den, twisting it. My body lurched forward. In terror, I clawed at the earth as I fell, then gasped as my face struck the soil.

With my face pressed to the ground, I breathed in deeply; the dark earth smelled of loam and dead vegetation, a rich, heavy scent that invigorated me. That weak and human desire to live that we all share, could not bear the thought of leaving all that I treasured and never seeing or feeling the beauty of God's creation. I dragged myself to my feet and ran with renewed strength. Bitter tears flowed from my eyes as I begged God for the strength to make it to the river.

Events that led to this moment raced through my mind. I remembered signing up for the Confederate Army at 17. I had hoped the peach fuzz that encircled my boyish face would pass for a scraggly beard and lend age to my appearance. I could see myself marching in the ranks of gray-clad, all of us believing in our cause and the invincibility of our forces. God stood with us; how could any stand against us? Oh, how I yearned for the glory of those lost days.

Ever since Grant had taken charge of the Union forces, I wondered if God had turned his back on the South. Defeat after defeat had plagued our armies. We fought for our God-given right to life and for our right to the sovereignty of statehood. Why would God desert us when we fought against such a tyrant as Lincoln? How could God allow this man, who trampled the Constitution, to dominate the glorious South?

My side ached. Breath came unsteadily now. I cried out, “God, you have deserted our cause, but please do not desert me now! I tear off these emblems of a cause which you seem to disdain. I come to you as a man! A lowly man who implores you to shed your infinite mercy upon him. For a man only, not for any cause, please deliver me from the clutches of wicked man!”

In vigorous body and broken spirit I ran on. Even whilst weeping, stumbling, I dreamed of home and Ma and Pa. I thought of the potatoes in the fields, of the cotton rows, and of Mary. She had said she would wait for me. But what good could possibly come of her waiting if I died now? What future would await her if I perished?

Spurred on by a determination which must have come from God, for I can explain it in no other way, I redoubled my speed. Through the trees I could see the river rippling. My pursuers drew closer; I could hear them more clearly than ever, and I could imagine their blue coats brushing through the trees. But it did not matter, for through the trees blazed the beautiful, glorious river. I could see freedom and life in the gentle blue glimmer.

I heard musket fire and the air sang with bullets. But it mattered not, for I broke through the trees. And the river yawned before me, reflecting the midday sun.

I heard a voice cry, “Stop!”

Paying no heed, I jumped and felt the bullet strike my back. And then, in that glorious instant, I knew that my strength came from God, for I felt no pain. God must have shielded me in answer to my prayer. He had shown his mercy and saved my soul from death's clutches.

I felt nothing as I sank into the water. Even as Jonah had come from the depths, so the angel drew me from the waters and onto dry land. My body hovered as I drifted over the ground. Gently, slowly I drifted into slumber in the arms of an angel as it carried me away from the river.

Diary of Sgt. William Garret: July 27, 1864 Today marks an event that has touched me deeper than any other in this bloody war. After the skirmish this morning, a young Confederate soldier attempted to run rather than surrender. I led my men after him. After a wearying chase, we caught up with him on the shore of a river. Private Wilkes shot the man when he attempted to escape into the river.

Although this may appear a trifling event, especially in light of all that has transpired in this conflict, I shall never forget the look that young man gave me as I pulled him from the water. He looked on me from the soul of a boy who had no understanding of battle or death. Those aspects of this war which I used to prize now strike me to the heart as senseless and vain.

That lad could not have yet had his eighteenth birthday, yet now he lies in a hospital tent, a prisoner of war with a shattered spine. No doubt he does not even know the grave injury he has suffered. I have heard that after the spine snaps, one no longer registers pain. Our camp surgeon says that if by some miracle the lad lives, he will never use his legs again.

To the casual observer this event must seem trivial. But those eyes … I cannot forget them. He had the eyes of a child, so full of hope and life and so oblivious to their own loss.

How can any man truly wish for this bloody conflict? Who, whether man or monster, sparked this struggle? Can we truly place such value on the operation of Government as to slaughter our own brethren? Why must that boy die? What girl will now sit alone and mourn him? Will his parents stare at the empty field where he used to help work the soil? Should so many now feel anguish for the loss of that young life? How can anyone draw purpose from anything in this hell called war?

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the December 2010 Teen Ink Fiction Contest.

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shorvath1832 said...
Jan. 4, 2014 at 12:02 am
Very nice job! I like to write about the Civil War myself, and I think this was truly a fantastic depiction of it. Most writers have a very hard time depicting Confederates as humans, which really irks me, but you did so very adroitly. Congratulations.
madkin said...
Nov. 5, 2013 at 5:32 pm
This is just amazing.....I thought you'd like to know that we analyzed this short story in my Honors US History class :)
Merla said...
Sept. 11, 2013 at 9:53 am
Usually I don’t like short stories. The characters don’t give me as much as if I’d read a long novel. Your story was different. I have never felt desperation as strongly, with just reading about it. I didn't exactly like Thomas as a character, nor do I like the cause he’s fighting for, but I was extremely relieved he felt no pain and that he believed it was the work of God. He deserved that. 
iluvrockandroll2 said...
Jun. 4, 2013 at 8:29 am
Brilliant!! I love your work, and how it felt like it was how you made the reader feel like they were actually in the moment, and you showed both perspectives of the war. Well Done and keep writing!!
BellaCharlie said...
Feb. 15, 2013 at 3:56 pm
This is very good. The way you mangaged to incorporate emotion into an intense scene was very well done. Keep up the great work!
BilbroSwaggins This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 7, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Great emotional story!
Trees said...
Sept. 21, 2012 at 7:34 pm
This is stuning!
Prehistoric-Fool said...
Aug. 11, 2012 at 5:13 pm
this is great!
Sapphire1225 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 14, 2012 at 10:33 am
This was amazing!! Thus is the second story I've read about this war since Gone with the Wind. Truly captivating!! I love how you expressed human emotions. It was brilliant. You inspired me to write more and love historical fiction!! Keep it up! Good job!
Weatherby76 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 21, 2012 at 7:59 pm
I loved this! History/hist. fiction is my favorite genre. This brings to life the Civil War brilliantly and vividly. Well done!
Blue4 said...
Aug. 3, 2011 at 3:15 pm

Great story, although this genre is generally not my cup of tea, I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Can someone look at some of my work, rate, and comment, please? (Especially the poems, when posted.)

J.Octavian.R This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2011 at 11:05 pm
Whoever keeps giving this one star every couple of days just to drag its rating down . . .  would you mind stopping? It is kind of immature and stupid, especiually considering other than you every other rating it has received save one was a 5.
FAMOUS77 said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 11:20 am
Wow! It's amazing to think other teenagers like history! It's so depressing being called 'nerd' all the time for being interested in the American Civil War or a Yellow Fever Plague. I think you did a great job with the diary article, but we here down South sometimes see the war in a different light:)
J.Octavian.R This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 5:03 pm
Haha. yes, I empathize. I love history. Although my literary tastes primarily focus on classical literature, I also enjoy history a great deal, particularly early american history. I would be very interested if you would give your general thoughts on the causes of the war as you are from the south. (I live very far north) I tried to represent the loyalty to statehood that Southerners felt. I did not really delve into the economic conflict, because to do so would require too much deviat... (more »)
FAMOUS77 replied...
Jan. 10, 2011 at 8:46 pm
To say I am a Civil War fanatic would be a huge understatement. I try to learn everything about that War basically because I have ancestors that fought in it (the war messed 'em up pretty bad though. One was mentally messed up and the other became addicted to morphine...) unfortunaetly, instead of being huge plantation owners like the famous O'Hara's, they were poor sharecroppers. But I wasn't mad at the statements you gave and I don't think you disrespected the South in any way, but anothe... (more »)
J.Octavian.R This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 11, 2011 at 12:25 am

Interesting. As far as what it is like in the North regardign the Civil war . . . I don't run into many people who really think that deeply on it. Many people tend to think of it as being all about slavery. I wouldn't say it is a common topic though.  


When I first wrote this I actually started it a couple times, eac time with the Rebel soldier motivated by a different mindset regarding the war. My first try had him fiercely loyal to the south and fighting for&n... (more »)

Nutty3,14 said...
Oct. 27, 2010 at 8:36 am
This is fantastic, I love the discription and the imagery created. Will definatly look up more of your stuff.
630R63 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 29, 2010 at 5:52 pm
good job! I like how you use a diary format, it worked well
AvengedJasonFold said...
Jun. 13, 2010 at 8:44 pm

Simon cowel feedback--you asked for it!

The writing is very impressive. I can see the 19th century influence of Stephen Crane among others--it reminds me A LOT of "An occurence at Owl Creek Bridge"

The only writing mechanic flaw i saw was this:

"defeat after defeat had plagued" should be "defeat had plagued."

Other than that, the writing was very good and professional. That said, There is no way in heck that a Confederate soldier not much older than 17 has that kin... (more »)

J.Octavian.R This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 13, 2010 at 10:32 pm

Oh wow... did I seriously write the wrong date? That is a typo lol. I knew that, I just hit the wrong button and then copied my previous mistake in the later entry. Thanks.

As far as the younger soldier, I kind of had the idea in mind that he was from an upper class family. I did not specify that, but it was something that was supposed to show in the writing. So I think I shall keep his vocabulary and reasoning at a higher level.

But I defenitely see what you mean abou... (more »)

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