text: This is a story I wrote based on . Criticism welcome. They sat on the rugged beach. They dare not look behind them. Their were boats demolished, their morale diminished. The sky was bright tonight. Not by stars, or by a full moon, or even by the paper lanterns that annually flew over the city on this day every year. This night was different. The sky shone bright while the planes flew overhead. The city thundered as the bombs hit. They could feel the heat on the backs of their necks, even from a thousand yards away. The buildings fell to the overhead flock of sudden death. The flames seemed dimmer as the smoke blanketed the lake. It was as if death himself drew a breath from his pipe and peacefully released it onto the still water. Soon, the dam broke and the glass of water broke unto the city. It entered the inferno, as if to combat the flames, however its attempts were fruitless as power lines succumbed to the rush of waves and the napalm floated gently on its back. They made one last glance at the end times. Above, another flock flew over, dropping shimmering stars down onto the city. Brighter, the beauty became, and closer and closer it got to their shipwrecked island. They held each others hands as the flames glimmered in their eyes. Still, the stars became closer and soon their island was no more. This was the war that would display many stars like the ones on this night. The war whose beauty would create an era of peace in the world.