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The Endless Storm
I open my eyes, where am I? I’m lying outside in the pouring rain, my heart was thumping with pain and my hand is bleeding like wet red paint flowing down a wall. BOOM! A flashback, a storm was heading my way, I’m doomed! I’ve got nowhere to run. There was no shelter for me to hide the violent storm was endless. I wake up, was that really true? Was there a massive storm? The dark sky started to get clearer. I see dead bodies lying on the ground, I was the only survivor left. WHAT DO I DO? Bang! And I’m down again.
By Prawa <:} (Year 6)
Great writing, Prawa. I like the way you have used questions in your writing to include the reader and get them thinking about how the situation might develop.
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