This week’s 100 Word Challenge is inspired by our learning about The Blitz, but could also be inspired by our imminent visit to the Cabinet War Rooms, where Churchill’s government took shelter to continue their work during WW2 and the risk of bombing.
I can’t wait to read them and share them in class!
Miss T
Dear Diary,
Tuesday. This morning, my family gathered around the garden building a shelter. I hope we will never have to use it. I am frightened of what is going to happen next. I am laying there, not sleeping but thinking of what would have happened if no one had declared war?
Dear Diary,
Saturday. Only days have gone by and air raid sirens filled the streets last night. Screams of terror and panic rose. We ran to our shelter and hid. We heard cries everywhere. When it was over, so much was destroyed. The Blitz had now officially started.
Take Shelter
“Take shelter take shelter!” I cried. The bombs were raining down on us, there was no time for us to get outside so we hurried to our extra large Morrison shelter and all managed to squeeze ourselves into the shelter and then it fell. It all happened so slowly I didn’t even have time to shut the Morrison door. My family were all getting in the shelter and I was getting in last, making sure everyone was in when a U-1 bomb (The second biggest bomb) was dropped directly on our house. That was the end of me!!!
The sirens went off. I franticly grabbed my little children, Annie and Bertie, and went to our Anderson shelter that my husband had made before he left to war. We went underneath and took shelter. My husband said it was safe, but I could hear the bombing so near, I was having second thoughts. Bertie started crying, I tried to comfort him by singing his favourite lullaby, but soon enough I got Annie crying as well. When will this night-mare end? In the morning I got out of the Anderson shelter and looked up, and when I looked, there was nothing there.
My calm, peaceful sleep was awoken. The siren had started. The sound of stress and worry. My mum burst into my room, panic stricken all over, “Hurry!” she shouted as loud as she could over this sound of war. I was rushed out to the garden, where our Anderson shelter was. The bitter cold nipped at my bare feet, yet my mother’s hands warmed my shoulders. I could see my own breath escaping from me, into this everlasting world of war. Would i make it out alive? I crouched into the darkness of the shelter, and hoped for safety. We all huddled within this cavern of apparent safety, awaiting fate.
We ran for the Anderson shelter my parents urging me out of bed and into the garden. A bomb fell on a house a few doors away from our house, glass flew everywhere bombs falling on house after house finally the moment we were dreading had come as my mother opened the garden door it fell on us, rubble went everywhere we jumped into the shelter but it was too late for father he was dead the bomb had killed him. This was my experience of the blitz, destruction and death. Now let’s go for a walk in the woods.
We sat in the bunker, taking shelter. The end was less than ten minutes away. Eva sat next to me. A look of fury was on her face. Thoughts that had all been scrambled in my head, now rushed through me like a whirlwind. I had wanted this war because of the anger at surrendering at WW1. Now it was I who had surrendered. Footsteps came closer and closer. I lifted the gun to Eva’s heart. She gave a slight nod of the head and I pushed the trigger slowly forward BANG! I shielded my eyes from her unbearable gaze and pointed the gun at my own head. The trigger advanced and… BANG!
Are you meant to be Hitler ?
When I was sitting in my foster parents house, all of a sudden sirens pierced my ears. I scrambled up from my seat, grabbing my teddy and ran through the house to our garden. I entered the shelter, and waited for my parents, but they did not come. It was cold and dim in the shelter so I lit a candle to turn around and see a dreadful sight. In front of me my house cascaded and crumbled to the ground leaving my two hosts laying dead cold in the dusty pile of bricks that used to be called a home.
Hello, I’m anderson.I was built in 1939 in the Crawleys garden. The other night was horrible. Just when you thought the Lufftwaffe had stopped, a whole new arsenal of weapons was unleashed. My neighbour, Lucy was ripped to pieces, no one survived.I was damaged but nothing got through.But I’m worried, can I keep my family safe for another week? I took a beating and I think the Germans are targeting this area. all I want is for my family to be safe, that’s what I was built for! The sirens have started , I have to go.
I sat in the shelter comforting my children while they weeped . If only my husband was here. I didn’t feel the slightest bit safe in the shelter beacause I kept on having paranoid thoughts about bombs dropping on us. I squeezed my children tightly by my side, I didn’t want them to get hurt , they had just come from the country side to visit me in London , but they never should have come.I tried to stay strong , and tell my self I would be fine but it never works. Then I heard planes swooping by , my heart pounded . I heard screams and cries . Then all of a sudden I couldn’t hear anything all I knew was that I was dead.
I heard it……. The warning came from a siren or maybe a hooter?
The sound was short and intermittent………
While the sound of sirens echoed in the sky, people were rushing to take shelter.
We could not leave the shelter until we hear the “raiders passed” signal.
Finally! The long- awaited continuously sound of safety from the sirens was here.
The shelter is a structure made to protect non – combatants agents and as well combatants against the enemy attack from air.
I remember that was crowded of people with fear.
Sometimes I use to see people using as well pre-existing buildings designed for other functions like tunnels, cellars in houses or basements in large establishments and railway arches as shelters to safeguarding during air raids.
Take shelter, I was told on the first night of the mass bombing raid, The Blitz. I was in my house sitting and reading, when the sirens blared overhead I rushed outside to see what must have been thousands and thousands of Luftwaffe bombarding our city. I stood still, in shock, not moving. People were screaming and telling me to get in the shelter.Once I was inside, everyone was silent, hoping that the bombing would end. Suddenly, a bomb fell into the street in front of my house, and a horrendous explosion was heard and seen all throughout the street.
I ran with the strength I had left. The sweat flooded down my face like a tsunami. My eyes pinpointed the rusty bomb shelter, piercing it with an anxious glare. The siren’s screech echoed in my ear, drumming on my nerves wailing, “ the bombs are coming!” Darkness and the ghastly thoughts within consumed me. As I crouched inside the mouldy, musty hut, the feeling of terror got so strong I could taste it. The chance of survival was limited. My muscles stiffened from the fear of being perished. Only one question remained; would I live or would I die?
Dear diary,
Today just before the sirens went on; me and my new dad were feeding the baby pigs and the chickens. Suddenly sirens came on and we rushed to the shelter. I didn’t think it would be strong enough to keep us safe from a bomb! My hand was trembling with fear. Thoughts rushed through my head. Would this be my last day before I died?! Would I see my parents again? I could hear the plains bombing the nearby areas. My new mum was in the other shelter, would it be safer if I went with her?!?
They hurried into me. Why though? I can’t potect them that much but they do love me and kiss my iron before they blow out the candle every night. My mates on the left and right have had direct hits. I cried that night or the pipes underneath me burst. Anyway water filled in me. The air raid sirens are so totally annoying and the people that take shelter in me left me naked for a year and finally put clothes (sand bags) on me last night. Bang a bomb fell lots of rubble hit me. How rude of the Germans.
Sorry a bit over 100
Take shelter,
Those two words are all that I remembered since that night . It was Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way home from school but this time , alone. I would usually walk back with Rebecca, but she was ill and I was sure my mother would still be late out working today. This means I would be walking home on my own today and coming back home to no one. I was scared of the sirens ,I was scared of the bombs and scared of the unfamiliar world around me, every step home sent a shiver down my spine and I thought that I would go home and be safe…
And then the sirens were heard.
Take shelter
I was built yesterday, straight out of the post. An Anderson shelter. They seemed desperate to construct me before nightfall. I wonder why they were so panicked? Wait, whats that awful sound? It’s certainly stirred up the people! But why are they running towards me? Am I some sort of shelter? Yes, that must be it. They’re all inside now, safe from…dots? Why would they be scared of dots? They’re falling like rain. A flash of light, a violent tremor. This isn’t safe. Why would anyone live here? Finally, it eased up. Safe for one more day.