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 went out, it was a blackout. All of a sudden the only light you could see was fire and searchlights. A small boy peered out of a illuminated window. His mum suddenly screamed at him in a panic. Boom! Bang! Crash! The bomb hit the defenceless house. The scared family, shaking and shivering ran into the war zone to the shelter. They made it. All that was left of the house was a pile of steaming wood.
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.