Monday, 18 September 2017

Hurricane Irma Wreaks Havoc-Narrative Writing

The wind howled menacingly like a wolf at the full moon. Lightning licked across the evil sky: a serpent’s tongue tormenting the clouds. The Earth began to shatter…

As I scoured the streets, looking for any survivors, I hear a scream come from a house down the street, “HELP!!!” I hear them yell. Immediately I jump into action, the jet skis engine roars to life and I head off down the street. I yell out
“Are you still there!” but there is no reply… I yell again… no reply. I turn off the jet ski’s engines and jump off. The water is as cold ice. all of a sudden a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky.
“It’s getting worse,” I said to myself. As I wade through the water I yell out for,
“Hello! Is anyone there?” All of a sudden I hear a soft, quiet reply,

I open up the front door. The smell of smoke is a crazy bull rushing up my nostrils. I get a bit taken aback, but then I start to worry I start to believe that a fire has broken out. As I scour the house looking for the victim, I am relieved to discover that there is no fire. However, I can’t seem to locate the victim, I ask,
“Where are you?” I got an almost instant reply,
“In the attic.” I started to wonder where it is…

“How do I get to the attic?” I asked glancing around the room.
“There is a rope hanging down in the hallway, pull that and a ladder will drop down,” the person replied. I immediately scanned the hallway looking for the rope. Then I saw it. I yanked it with all of my might but it wouldn’t budge. I tried even harder but still no progress. So I decided to tie it to my jet ski and try and pull it down. So I went and got the rope from the back of my jet ski tied one end the jet ski and the other to the handle on the rope… luckily I was a scout when I was younger, so I knew all of the strongest knots. I jumped back on my jet ski and revved the engine… then I accelerated as I hard as I could and I then a “crash”as an old wooden ladder had unfolded so I started to climb. After ever rung I put my foot on a loud and long creaking noise occurred.

I finally got into the attic. As I pulled myself up I realised how cold it was and also how dusty it was. However, I still couldn't see the scared victim. I called out,
“Where are you!” They replied with,
“behind all of the crates, watch out they're really heavy.” I headed over to the crates and shoved but they wouldn’t shift. Then I realized that I probably shouldn't try and push them as they could fall and land on the helpless victim. So I started to remove them one by one. They were right. They were really heavy. However, I wouldn’t give up so I kept on moving the crates. After over an hour of lifting, there was finally a big enough gap for me to get through. As I stepped through I saw an elderly woman and her pet dog lying on the floor.

The dog looked up at jumped at me… He was definitely happy to see a someone who has come to rescue him. The lady got up but I could see that she was in immense pain. I asked,
“Do you need medical attention?” She said that she didn't. When I asked if her,
“Is there anything that you need to get from the house?” A glum appeared almost instantly like it had been shot out of a cannon right onto her face. She replied with,
“What’s there to salvage?” So after that, we headed back down the old wooden ladder. We got on the jet ski. She looked over at her house on last time then we drove away.

After a short ride back to a local rescue center, we hopped off the jet ski, the lady got her dog and she walked inside. I followed her to see if there was anything else I could do but for some reason, everyone was already asleep. Then I glanced over at the clock on the wall and noticed that is was already nine o’clock in the evening… then I thought to myself

“Wow, time went fast. I started to help this lad at two o’clock this afternoon! Anyway, let's go out and see who else needs rescuing” So for the entire night I was helping the police and the army rescuing people from the un-salvageable homes… but that’s a story for another time.


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