Mar 24 2017


The bomb part one (by Abbie H)

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Gabriel and I have been orphans since we were born. Our orphanage is in Germany but it’s not going to be any more.We are moving because of the war. Every night it is the same, noises of bombs as well as planes keeping us awake and the worry that we won’t be alive to see tomorrow.

 Gabe and I gradually strolled down the alley way and we noticed that we weren’t the only ones that came to England over from Germany. The enemy planes flew above us looking for their next victims.  We instinctively ran ahead; in a far distance we realised that there was a small shed around the corner. It was our only place to hide

‘Click.’ As we both yawned and rubbed our eyes, the door shut tight behind us. Dust and cobwebs clung to the walls like a child with it’s mother.  We scanned the room. In the corner there was one  child-sized bed and next to it stood a broken beige lamp shade. It isn’t exactly what you’d expect. After a long time chatting, our eyelids started to give in so we decided to rest our heads and go to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up coughing. I sat forward to look at the end of the bed to see if Gabe was still led there. It wasn’t him there, it was something else. Something big. Something black. And worst of all, something ticking…

It was a bomb.

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  1.   Mr Thurstonon 24 Mar 2017 at 8:08 am     Reply1

    PINK: I am LOVING your writing at the moment, Abs. Your mix of setting description and suspense is super.

    GREEN: ‘led’ isn’t a word (you should say ‘lying’ in your sentence); ‘its’ breaks the apostrophe-for-possession rule (it’s= it is; its is the determiner you want).

    SUPER EFFORT! Merit 🙂

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