Blazing Homes

It was midnight the clock struck twelve. There was a flicker in the bushes and this person was lighting a FIRE! Then it started coming towards the town. An arsonist had lit a fire.

The fire got closer and CLOSER until it burnt the first house down. The people inside the house were KILLED. Their dog had run out of the house and into the street just before it got burnt. The other people got out of their house just before their house got burnt down. The people who lived in the last house called the firefighters and they came but they could not put out the fire. Ten minutes later the fire was put out by the planes that squirted water. Nearly the whole village was burnt down ashes were scattered all over the village. There were still little fires and the houses were very hot only were alive and all those five people were my family and my dog called Scruff. Only one person had died and she was my sister and we had her funeral.

After that we moved to a different village. It was richer than our last village and there were more children than the last village and it was better in different ways.

Our first day at the new village was good but I did not make a new friend there. At night I felt really scared because I thought this village might burn down but it didn’t burn down.

The next morning when I got up I didn’t know where I was. I went to go outside when I smelt something. It smelt of burnt wood. It was another fire but this time it was a bush fire. I went outside to see what was going on. Our village wasn’t burnt it was next to the village. There was a lot of burnt wood and lots of animals died lying on all the burnt wood. It was 2:00 am in the morning and all the village was dark. I went back to sleep and then woke up at 6:00 am and went downstairs and the fire was still there but it had gotten worse it had burnt down half of the village but it hadn’t reached our half of the village because there were water-bombers and fire-fighters there. I went and told my mum when I went downstairs and she said, thank goodness for that and I lived in peace for the rest of my life.

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  • wolf leaper
    March 23, 2007
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    very goo

  • HazaHomyPorky
    March 23, 2007
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    wolftank

    I agree with the other guy. You don't need to put things in CAPS to make it more dramatic

  • HazaHomyPorky
    March 23, 2007
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    wolftank

    wow! pretty exciting start but i was a bit of arepeat towards the end


  • snoozy-girl
    March 19, 2007

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    Wow!

    This is really a tragic tale. But with a feeling of hope at the end which I liked very much.
    It's a nicely written story. Great work!


  • sodarnditzy
    March 17, 2007

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    I.. am so glad this is Fiction x.x

    You have created a realistic account of how someone might have experienced fire
    This calamity is probably one of the many things I HOPE I would NEVER experience my father's homes got burnt (as a kid, he moved twice in his life). Because of the fire, he has a few pictures and trophies left. But thankfully, no one perished in those flames

    On some parts of the story, you capitalized some words (FIRE, CLOSER, KILLED) - think these are unnecessary, since things would still look, feel and read the same if they were not in CAPS

    Thank you so much for sharing this!
    Welcome to SW ^_^

    (Greeter)

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