Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: The Sirens Began
How will you interpret this week’s prompt? I can’t wait to read your responses!
Miss T
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: The Sirens Began
How will you interpret this week’s prompt? I can’t wait to read your responses!
Miss T
I barked loudly into the night. All around me were loud noises. Sirens squealed and my owners were in a flurry of panick. “Get to the Anderson shelter!” they cried. I was small and easy to handle, and Mrs Tecker tried to pick me up. My size was not a problem, but the noises made me anxious and I wriggled like mad. Eventually I found myself in a cramped shelter under the ground. We sat there for along time, the humans not making a sound, and I occasionally yelping and scratching at the ground with my paws. After a long while, the sirens grew gradually quieter and man shouted words of relief. Fingers of light started to appear and we walked slowly back into the house. No one had been hurt that night.
It was the third of September, and I was slumbering in my wiry grave. Nothing was heard except for the subtle buzzing of electricity. Rust enveloped my slim, steel spine, irritating me that I didn’t have any hands to scratch it. My jaws were aching from my everlasting wide grin. Suddenly, I started to wail frantically! My booming voice steadily getting louder and louder like an opera singer in his crescendo. Was this a glitch? I didn’t think so; my cables were working like a charm. My wail slowly descended into a flutter of a hum. Then silence once again.
it was dark,
it was cold,
“go to bed” I had been told
but then the sound pierced my ears
it was one of my greatest fears
i heard screaming from far away
but still, in my bed i lay
but then, reminded by a shout
i was soon up and out
in the anderson, i sat
worrying about my black cat
we heard the bombs from miles away
was this reckoning day?
tears streaming from my eyes
“it will be OK” but was that a lie?
and then , suddenly, the planes had gone
and on the lawn, fire shone
The sirens began and people started to scream across London. Me, mum and dad ran to my air raid shelter the noise was frightening. People were shouting for mercy.
The air raid shelter was in our garden. I thought of all the people who didn’t have time to get to their shelters and were about to be bombed.
All of a sudden we heard the planes arriving (German Luftwaffles) and the bombs dropping. The noise was terrifying and hurt my ears. I thought of all the people in the streets. For some it would be their last day on earth.
The sirens began…..
The sirens were used to warn people of a likely air raid.
Loud sirens were position in different parts of towns and cities.
During the blitz they became an almost daily part of life.
When people heard the sirens they would stop what they were doing and make for a shelter .
There was as well, another siren that used to sound continously for two minutes on the same note.
That was a signal that the Raiders passed but until that happened people had to stay under cover.
I was in class when the first siren hit me. I was actually asleep since I didn’t get much rest the night before and because I was at the back of the class not one of the teachers spotted me. It woke me up in shock as I wasn’t expecting it. We all had to evacuate out of the school and sprint to the nearest train station. The station was packed and there was no more space on the platform so we had to sit on the rail-way tracks which was scary and uncomfortable. You could still hear the sirens alarming you and then the sirens stopped, silence.
The sirens began. We all knew instantly what this meant. Everyone was running around the village scared as this was the first air attack. I got in to the garden and crept into the shelter. My heart ached to the people who couldn’t get shelters and were forced to go down in to the tube station along with many others surrounding them. I began to hear the planes whoosh by, dropping the bombs as they went. I was feeling quite safe until one went right above us and dropped one on us. That was the end of my life.
Penetrating all ears
Warning that war is here
The sirens began
People look above
Wondering if they’ll ever see their love
The sirens began
Messerschmitts in the air
Menacingly soaring as a pair
The sirens began
People look around
Hearts beginning to pound
The sirens began
Bombs begin to fall down
People run for shelter underground
The sirens began
Strangers talking to one another
Johnny’s worrying about his brother
The sirens began
Someone starts singing a song
People laugh and sing along
The sirens began
A silence fell amongst them all
People start to get hopeful
The sirens have ended!
The sirens began!
The sirens began louder and louder as they approached,
The howl of the sirens shocked people below,
Panic spread across the city,
Shuv shuv through the crowd to the air raid shelters.
The sirens began down and down
Fading and fading into the darkness,
Suddenly light appeared
Laughing chatting through the night
The sirens began shaking the rails
As the Messerschmitts passed over the city
People began to shake with fear
Those that didn’t make it to the end
Silence fell across the city
BANG! Death for thousands,
This is good bye from me… The END!
BROOK
The sirens rang and flashed
The people were running across the street
Rubble was scattered
Bombs were dropped
The sirens rang and flashed
The screaming and crying surrounded you
Everywhere you went
Bombs were dropped
The sirens rang and flashed
The roar of planes above
Showered you like a thunderstorm
Bombs were dropped
The sirens rang and flashed
Pieces of much-loved homes
Were flying
Houses crumbled to the ground
Bombs were dropped
The sirens rang and flashed
Many lives have already been taken
This is a blitz
Bombs were dropped
The sirens have stopped
No more crying
No more bombs
The sirens began. We had only minutes before a bomb hit; I had to get my children to safety. I ran up to their rooms, picked them up and rushed them to our Morrison shelter, there wasn’t time to go to our Anderson shelter outside. My husband was at work, I prayed he got into a tube station on time. With two people in the shelter already, there was no room for a third. I said goodbye to my children, then started to run to our shelter outside. I could hear my children crying, and that’s when the bomb fell.
The drone began, but I didn’t care they can’t take me out of my home, so I stay put. My window shattered as a bomb next door that fell next door destroyed a house hold. I knew I wasn’t safe but I was not leaving. The ground trembled, my heart sunk and the Air Raid sirens still piercing my ears. Darkness. Clouds of smoke danced around with me. I woke up and … my arm and leg. Gone! Tick blood oozing out of my shoulder and the top of my thigh. They must of got blown of in the explosion. I called for help………. but nothing.
Sorry a bit over 100
The Sirens Began
It was a spine shivering cold, miserable day when the bombs came. I was sitting in my bed wondering about what would happen to us (Us being The Allies). When a horrible wailing, screeching sound crawled across London and into everyone’s eardrums.I heard ma and pa opening the front door silently and I looked out of my window as they ran in to the Anderson shelter leaving me behind. From all the slapping they gave me they probably hated me and wanted me to be bombed and killed right in front of their faces I thought.
The sirens began. The sound of rushing, feet and shouts began. We were already in our Anderson shelter, all huddled up, close together. I don’t know how we managed to fit both me, my older brother Jamie, my mum, dad and both Granny and Grandpa in this miniscule place, this cold shelter. My heart and mind were both racing. This was it. This wasn’t practise. This was the real thing, we might get bombed. Or not. Then everything went black. I felt my head hitting the tin walls of the shelter. We’d been bombed. My family and life were dead.
The sirens began…
I trembled and turned to mother , an instant look of distress past her face , ‘go go’ she said ‘go quick’ i reached to the coffee table and grabbed my gas mask and so did my mother .We ran to the air raid shelter; a crouched sack covered in soil made to blend in with our garden, now i remembered the news paper report that stated ‘ww2’ in bold letters and our local church reminding every one of the precautions. Mother abruptly closed the shelter door ‘ were … safe nowhere words gave me a feeling of comfort even though i was strangely aware of the horrors to come…
My father grabbed my hand “quickly !” He shouted I had never heard him this tense. The sirens ringed in my ears almost bursting my ear drums . Everyone was running screaming ,
Panicking . Little baby’s were crying and bawling. Everyone holding their children by their side . I looked up at my father , but the crowed of people split us apart . I felt alone and more scared than ever. Then all of a sudden the sirens quieten down . People actually started to smile and I felt someone pick me up . “Don’t worry ” said my father with a smile. There was no need to be worried.
I went to bed worried like usual, but this time my parents didn’t wake me up in the morning. It was the air raid sirens. My father wanted to stay in the house and get something. So my mother and I went to the small shelter and hid. Hours went by while bombs were falling out of the sky. Screams and cries filled the air. When it all finished we went back home to find… nothing. Our home had been bombed, everything we had was in pieces. And most of all, my father had disappeared. Was my father really dead?