This is a random piece of work from my first semester writing class

As the man awoke he peered outside of the shattered window into the bombshell ravaged fields. Cold autumn air seeped in through the holes in the shattered glass of the window. As the mans eyes wandered out the window over the fields glazed with frost that reminded him of velvet he saw two figures crouching behind a bush. Being as sneaky as they could they crept their way through the field. The man went to his door and stepped outside. He called to them and told them to come inside. When they approached he saw that they were in torn clothes and covered in dirt. He invited them into his house and offered them food and clean clothes. When they were at the mans table eating the food he had prepared for them the pair told him stories of how easily they could have been killed on their journey through the war torn countryside.