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Brutal Blackout

Flying high up in the dark, misty sky, havoc causing bombs were flying around, causing fear in people’s lives. As the nauseating, sick people set off the bombs Jets and planes were dodging the life changing bombs. The sirens wailed out into the night sky. It was a complete black out.

Down in a tiny house a family of five were rushing about trying to gather everybody. “Get away from the window Jacob!” cried his Mum, as she dragged him away from the window. His brother Daniel came and scurried Jacob along out of the room. “Mother! Help! What’s happening?” Eliana screamed in horror from her bed. Sally came hurrying into Eliana’s room. She scooped her up into her arms shouting down to her Mother “Grab the boys’ now!”

They rushed, running for their lives, out of the house into the hut, which they used as a bomb shelter, just as Jacob reached the hut he turned around in a panic and started running back to the house. He headed straight towards the living room. “Jacob what are you doing? it’s not safe come on we need to get out of here!” Daniel belted as loud as he could to be heard over the bombs. Jacob reached for a picture of his dad, he just managed before the deafening explosion. The house started to crumble to pieces, Daniel grabbed Jacob’s hand and pulled him out of the house and to safety. “Jacob why are you so selfish? You could have got us killed! You always think about yourself, for once just do as your told,” Daniel cried.

Ashamed, Jacob looked down at his picture, it was covered in pieces of broken glass. Jacob felt like he had never felt before, he felt guilty like it was all his fault. Shockingly, the blitz was still going on. The family of five were now cold, hungry, petrified and worried about how they will get themselves out of this mess…

There’s only one question. Are they safe enough?

By Taya and Jaimie

The Biltz of World War 2

The lights beamed across the gray smoky sky. Planes flew across the deadly smoky sky. Slowly the fatal bombs started to blow across the sky and people started scream and run to the bomb shelters. The  air sirens wailed as deadly, ferocious  bombs dropped from the sky. a small boy called peter stared at the bombs dropping down on the houses. Peter’s mum came running into the living room to grab him and take him to the bomb shelter. She ran upstairs, exhausted, and collected Lucy then ran out to the bomb shelter. “Wait, dad!” screamed Peter then peter ran inside to the living room to grab the picture of his father.