One terrifying blurred out night, there was a ww2 bombing in an innocent and fearful city. The plane pilots flew straight through the black, misty sky.
A family’s minute and endangered house stood there with its capacity of five people. The where called: Edward, Peter, Lucy, Susan and their mum (the mum’s name remains unknown.) They could all hear the atomic bombs dropping down on the novel city.
Edward (peering out of the window) saw the enemy planes. Lucy could hear bombing in the air and screaming on the patented flooring. Mum could smell the horrid, disgusting and outrageous smoke slithering threw the ancient house and on the misty, minefield streets. Peter (the eldest sibling) felt all the glass pieces shatter against his tender skin. Susan could touch the furious fire sucking closer and closer to her poor fingers.
Running for their lives, the family scattered towards the safe Anderson Shelter and fortunately made it there. When they got in their hearts were racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. They all gathered and hugged each other like there was no tomorrow.
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.