Tuesday, 4 December 2018
I close my eyes wishing this day wouldn’t have come so soon. Inside I feel wretched and annoyed but outside I feel calm. I head for my children and my husband but then, glancing out of the window, I see all of the crops on the field are ruined. The explosion of wind comes near. I can’t tell if I am anxious or nervous. I wake everybody in the house, even the pets and animals. The noise of the cat yawning makes me wonder if I am being overprotective?? Maybe it’s just a small harmless tornado. I wonder how the cat doesn’t notice the tornado? I go to the window again and see it. I don’t know what is wrong with the cat because the tornado has got bigger and bigger and louder and louder!!”
I grab my smallest child, Wendy, in my arms and run out of the door with everybody else following. My husband takes my daughter and the other kids and gets all of the important things to them like their pet dog, cat and hen. Everyone huddles together, holds their belongings and goes to the safe fortress underground. Since it was made out of concrete it was safe. Everyone slips down into the fortress and manages not to get hurt from the foul wind. Well we all thought that until we all notice that the dog wasn’t here. “Patches!” my son yells. My husband lifts up the entrance of that everyone just came through and rushes out. Hopefully he is safe. My family has been waiting for almost 20 minutes now and everyone is starting to stress a bit. Fortunately the tornado stops but my husband and dog never come back. It is the end.
R.I.P (You will be missed fictional characters)
Monday, 19 November 2018
Thursday, 1 November 2018
I have re crafted an old piece of writing from term 1 and made it better. here it is.
Was it really that bad?!
The first effect that came upon us was the gusts of winds that harshly blew the trees leaves, making it feel like Autumn came early. Rain started trickling tremendously, as it poured onto the streets. Trees, fences and gates started flying everywhere as the flurry wind started to grow stronger. Next thing I knew, storms were starting to appear and are turning into an immense cyclone. That was when Cyclone Gita was born. The most scariest and most powerful storm of my life.
Houses collapsed and people screeched, the wind was as violent as an angry red bull. Pieces of rusted metal layed on the ground as I looked at it forlorn. Everything was gone, destroyed, crushed. The only shelter I had was wood, stone and metal. I didn't even know if that would help. I picked up the remainings of my house looking very confused, What had happened? Was it really that bad?!