I'm literally throwing out this short story to try and inspire some new writing skills.

May not be too good.

25/9/1916

I hide away in a dugout as screams fill the air.

My comrades plead for their lives as the unknowable moves towards them; only to be torn asunder by what could not care less of them.

I hide; a coward.
But how else am I to survive such a threat; something so unfathomable as this?

How could I; just me.
Survive a "face to face" with something that could care so little of me?

I do not know.

For as much as I know; no tool nor weapon of man has yet to injure or even halt this... presence.

All I could do was hide as my allies; my friends, were annihilated before me by a force so cruel as this... thing... this green abomination of what appears to be no more than a cluster of eternal limbs.

But as I hide; fearing that monstrosity; I wonder to myself; what force could command; or even create such a being?

Clearly it is no creation of man; no man nor even beast could create anything as cold, cruel; nor unimaginable as this.

But my thoughts are broken by the screams of anguish; perpetuated by this terror of forces unknown.

All I may do is hide in hope that I too do not meet my fate at the hands of such a cruel force; praying silently for deliverance from this nightmare of limbs and carnage.

But alas; I fear much like my friends; I too will meet thy maker soon.

If such a thing even exists; for if they did how would they allow such a abomination to roam this earth?

What god would allow his children to die at the many hands of something so... unholy... something so wrong.

Unless this beast is either a force of god; sent as punishment.
Or a cruel creation of Lucifer himself.

Who; or even what gave rise to this abomination; or allowed it to exist is beyond me; but all I can do now is hold on, and hope that I may survive this.

That I may go home.
That I may see my son again.
That I may at least be able to say goodbye if this beast takes me.

I shall leave this note here in the dug out; and to whoever finds it I pray you do not need to endure the presence of such evil as we did.

But now; I shall attempt to escape this nightmare myself; for I do believe that the beast has moved further down the trench at this point; potentially giving me time to escape.

I must go before it returns; goodbye.