The flood

In Literacy we have been learning about journalistic writing. Children have had a go at writing first person accounts of an incident as preparation for including witness statements in their newspaper articles. Here is Eli and Cvonne's work.

There was a deep dark murderous rumble from the beautiful hills. Trees were rapidly disintegrated like they were never there. The stench of death loomed all around. Suddenly black silky water shot up into the grey silent air. Posh cars were bought clean off their feet into the rumbling mouth of the watery cave. Nothing or no one could stand in its way. The lucky survivors made their way up. Up, up to safety. I felt like it was every man for themselves but I couldn’t help worrying, worrying not only for my family but for my friends. My mind drifted away to another world  and I felt tears in my eyes as I saw old, Mrs. Drapper stumble up her stairs but I could save my emotions for later, right now I have to make sure I have a later! I crawled onto my messy roof. For now thankfully I was safe. Eli.

The water was like a bull nothing can stop it when it’s mad. My mum and dad saw the flood so they climbed up to the roof with me in front. As we reached the roof the water was not far behind. I have never seen water move that fast. It was like the world’s fastest car making clones of itself. The flood has started its path of darkness. But the flood is not easily stopped. It was like donkey Kong and donkey Kong Jr were trying to get a golden banana. I asked myself would this change my life now this beast is here or would it be the same?   Cvonne