Next week we will be learning about the Blitz. Do some research about this and use this week’s prompt to write 100 words based on ‘the sirens wailed….’
Next week we will be learning about the Blitz. Do some research about this and use this week’s prompt to write 100 words based on ‘the sirens wailed….’
I was in a deep sleep when it happened.
When the sirens wailed.
It was like no other wailing of sirens. It sounded desperate, urgent. Then it happened, the bombs started being dropped, they came closer and closer every time. I cautiously ran to make sure that I didn’t trip. I ran and ran with my gas mask to the shelter. The bombs just missed me as I dived desperately to get into the shelter, ferociously slamming the door behind me. I breathed heavily. No one from my family was there. I gasped.
I woke up screaming. The sirens wailed.
Louder, louder, louder. The sirens wailed, almost like the police cars and ambulances were the ones in pain. It was bad. Really bad.
Mum had been making sweet potato mash for dinner when we heard a scream. Mum and I ran upstairs, checking in every room for where the noise came from, that’s when we saw it. Dad was the one screaming. He had a big wound on his left arm, with a body in front of him. Dad sat cross legged, on the floor, looking at the body mumbling: “why did you have to tell me? No, no, no, no.”
I climbed up onto the wall but quickly hopped off due to the destruction the Jerrys did last night. I just stood there, nothing moved except the dark climbing over the only buildings left standing. I suddenly sensed someone behind me and I didn’t need to guess who it was. My nose told me. It was the school bully, The Bull. Nobody knows his real name but I bet you a pretty penny its not sweet. The Bull was about to speak but was cut short by air raid sirens wailing out. I sprinted home and slammed the door shut…
I heard the sirens wail. I felt scared. I was worried about what would happen next. My mother grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs. There were bombs going off. I was dreading what would happen next because my best friend was deaf and whenever the sirens went off her mother was there to help her. Tonight however, her mother was out which meant she was on her own and wouldn’t hear the sirens. I sat still trembling with fear. I was worried about Papa we havent heard from him in twenty one weeks.
The drip of the tap in the kitchen had kept Allison up all night. She felt so alone, the darkness had trapped her inside her pink bedroom walls. Her sisters’ bed above was shaking from the wind outside, it kept squeezing in through the crack in the smashed window. Every time Allison laid her head down on her pillow, the repeat of last nights sirens echoed in her ears. Then the sirens got louder, and she felt her sister pull at her hair. But it was to late Allison saw the fire spark shoot across her face, then nothing. Nothing.
The sirens wailed through our house and into our living room. This high pitched sound was a signal to say that a bomb was heading our way. We were all sitting round the fire when the alarm went off. We rushed downstairs to evacuate through the back door. My sister was crying in my mother’s arms and my mother was singing to calm her. I was frightened. My father was rushing around, gathering blankets and food as we didn’t know how long we would be staying there for.
We were now in the air raid shelter. Then the bomb dropped…
As Daisy awoke in her cotton sheeted bed, she yawned, but a feeling in her gut wasn’t right. She heaved her aching bones out of bed and ran down stairs, nearly tripping with fatigue. Daisy grasped a few dishes out of the cupboard and anxiously sighed. She was heartbroken. Michael was at war. Daisy stared mournfully into the sky. It was strangely eery, and she shivered in shock at the ominous atmosphere she felt around her.
Daisy heated the stove on medium and cracked an egg into the pan. It was scrambled eggs for breakfast. The sirens wailed.
The sirens wailed, I was sitting in my bed waiting for Betty to come. All of a sudden I heard heard a cocohpy of wailed and loud sirens .Sister betty was only brushing teeth .I stared to run and take my belongings I knew this was the end…..
Betty was staring to move quicker meanwhile , I was running stairs hopping it wasn’t a German I lock all the door and hide under bed and betty was running around I thought to myself that I was going to be a shot. Mother was outside ‘she ok’ what will happen next
The sirens on the ambulance wailed like a crying baby. They were heading to 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister’s house. The Prime Minister had caught the most dreaded disease of all time: The Plague. The disease that had killed so many during The Middle Ages. It had come back to the year 2021. Boris’ skin was turning black because of gangrene. He did not have the strength to get out of his bed. His blood was unable to clot. The Plague had already killed 570 million people all over the world such as Jay-Z, Bill Gates and Paul McCartney.
The lights were out, every single one. All I could see was pitch black; but all I could hear was explosions, rarely gunshots. It was a horror living in the 1940s, it was actually 1940 to 1945. I was 10 at the time; it was quite a lot to go through at that young age…my father going to war, and rationing was very hard too. I was a growing boy, I had to eat. Living in Berlin was hard for me, with the spiteful soldiers of the Nazi party ruling my hometown. Just then, the sirens wailed again. What horror.
Pain occurred in my ears it was as loud as a police siren and an ambulance siren mixed together. It was the sirens that wailed, it was too loud I couldn’t take it. It felt like my ears were going to burst. I could hear my dad screaming, which was unusual, I went into every room to see where the loud noise was coming from. what was happening? I went into my dad’s room he was just sitting next to mum looking disappointed at her, he probably didn’t notice me because he said “why would you kill an innocent man?
The siren wailed like a screaming baby, I wanted to close my eyes and forget this war had ever happened, but that wasn’t possible. The sound of my mother yelling and my father stomping around startled me, so, quickly, I heaved myself out of bed and raced to my father’s side. I knew he would risk his life to save mine and I couldn’t think of anybody else i would of rather be with, but father wasn’t there, suddenly nothing was…
The siren wailed like a screaming baby, I wanted to close my eyes and forget this war had ever happened, but that wasn’t possible. The sound of my mother yelling and my father stomping around startled me, so, quickly, I heaved myself out of bed and raced to my father’s side. He was my hero and still was after the accident i didn’t care that he had lost a leg he was my hero regardless. I knew he would risk his life to save mine and I couldn’t think of anybody else I would of rather be with, but father wasn’t there, suddenly nothing was…