Planes, loud horrific and full of bombs soaring through the blacked out sky. The air raid sirens sounded loud and clear through the foggy sky. Bombs dropped from the planes and made the ground a pattern of explosions. Families fled to the bomb shelters just as the bombs crashed into the families homes. The huge bombs made the streets erupt into showers of concrete and dirt. Terrified, a little boy watched as London was turned into a huge bonfire of smoke and smog. Suddenly his mother grabbed his shoulder and said “Peter comes to the bomb shelter and Edward get Lucy and Susan!” The family ran to the bomb shelter but suddenly Peter said “Dad!” And turned around. Edward ran to get him and reached him just as Peter grabbed the first photo of their dad. Edward grabbed Peter just as a bomb exploded outside. The window shattered inwards with the force of the blast they dived to the ground and crawled out of the house. When they got out they started running into the shelter.
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.
One foggy day, planes zoomed through the foggy, stormy weather. Bombs, which were shaped as rockets, dropped from the dirty, mucky planes. A little boy peered through the crooked window in the ancient house. He saw bombs dropping from the Cole black sky. Suddenly his angry, depressed, worried mother came in and grabbed his shoulder; she screamed at him to move and rushed him and his brothers and sisters to the old, rusty air raid shelter.
The young boy ran back in the house and got his photo for the crusty, wooden shelf followed by his older brother. All of a sudden a massive bomb exploded, with a flash of light the window blew to pieces. Quickly as he could he dragged his little brother to the air raid shelter. He was holding a photo of his dad…
All they could think about was the smelly, black, nauseating smoke; they could hear sirens crying out in the middle of the night. The sight of burning, hot, fierce fire was in their minds
they could taste black ashes. They could feel the ground shaking.