Narrative Hurricane

Narrative Hurricane

See	Hear	Taste	Feel	Smell
Swirly Winds	Scream	Rain	Cold	Gas
Lighting	Wind		Slashes of rain	Damp

Success Criteria

• Use figurative language
• Use expensive words
• Make sure there is a problem

As the wind got stronger and the screams got louder I could feel all the hairs on my body stand like a cat dropped into water. I didn’t think it was this bad but I could see houses rolling down the street and children trying to run inside. My mother and I were the only ones home, but with faith, we hoped our family members were safe through this traumatic experience.

It was impossible to think that yesterday there was only little droplets of rain and kids splashing around in the water, to the streets being empty and power resources cut off throughout the city. I could barely imagine what the kids, parents and what the hospital were doing to keep everyone safe.

As we lounged around inside we were clueless of what we could do. We owned a shop, but I don’t think anyone would come out in this weather to get a packet of chips. But I was wrong. Nearly twenty people walked up to our shop but we dear not open the doors. Sadly, in a split second they are whipped off their feet going along with the flood. I heard my mother screech in fear, but we are useless. Then I thought of an idea.

Working for a straight hour, I am hopeful that the solution I am making will work. I saw my mother pop through the door, but I guess I just felt like being alone to concentrate more.

As I dragged the creation out the door I realised I looked stupid as everything was falling apart and it made an awful sound when  I tried to turn it on. My mother smiled at me but I could see all the pain in her eyes. “What was it going to be Karly”? I could see that she honestly wanted to know but I felt to embarrassed and saw my face go red through the window

I scanned the house shortly after to see if there was anything to do. I didn’t even bother trying to turn the tv on as I already knew that the power was cut. My mother tried opening the door but gashing winds flew through the door and pounds of water even managed to get inside. The swell of dampness wept throughout the shop,it even smells like expired food.

As I stared out into the distance it was starting to get dark but there was this awful smell of gas. I couldn’t really see the moon, the stars barely even saw where the clouds were going. But the wind was somehow soothing.

But this part of the storm really hit us. Water crashed inside the house while the screeching wind cracked the windows. I saw my mother run for the garage where the jet skies were but it was jammed with the water. I zoomed upstairs but my mother sadly lacked behind, and in seconds she was gone.

I was totally alone but I was safe. Then I heard the jet skies running an the door crash open. “Karly, quickly, jump on”, screamed mum. I careful sprinted down the stairs and jumped on the jet ski connected to my mother's one. I was ready.

We were careful as we saw cranes collapsing but we stood tall and soon 1 full minute here, was actually 3 full hours.

The hurricane was over. Houses were busted, constructions were laying around crashed, and dead bodies lay still across the pavements. I wasn't going to risk losing my mother so we soon drove around and searched for help and soon, we were in the arms of soldiers leading us to rooms...

The Materialistic Writer

The Materialistic Writer

Vocabulary	What should be there	Success Criteria
Materialistic Enormous Incredible Essential	Figurative Language Parts of speech Articles	To be independent and use a large amount of parts of speech. -Make sure to use expensive words.

Did you know the average person writes one thousand words each and every day? Quite amazing right? But that's something that doesn’t really comes and goes in my life. The normal route for me is one million, four hundred and eighty four thousand words. Quite ironic right? It only started when I was in eighth grade. I was always attracted to writing and most times I just couldn’t get enough….

“Ok class, I want a full story about global warming and maybe add some animals or just essential things that should be in here ok, search it up anything you want to add, I want near five hundred words or maybe less if it's too much”. These were the words that started my career, or hobby. My best friend and I loved to write, sometimes we even wrote amazing stories that would sometimes lead to an unexpected adventure, but of course they always had to end. I had written a five page story with nearly two million words, sadly after that I got a fail for ‘Too many words’. That same month though, something I never thought would happen, came into reality, as well as the day of the fire...

4 Months Before….

It was a bright night with the moon shining inquisitively, the owls resting into their snuggly beds waiting to hunt their preys that would pounder out under the night's sky. It was chilly outside as if it was starting to turn into winter, but being in the middle of summer, I think that would be quite impossible. Turning the kettle on ready to make a hot cup of milo brought back old memories of being at my grandmother's house. She would flick the kettle on and rush back to make sure it was three sugars instead of one. It was a heck of a laugh as my mother always made sure no sugar was within eye-reach of any of us. But luckily, grandma always had a trick up her sleeve. Instantly I had a great thought. Seemingly, it was a dark Saturday night, everything was quiet and nobody really had anything to do. So I popped some bright red boots on to go with my bright yellow hat, and pondered out the door to visit someone I haven't seen in what felt like forever.

“Hey GRANDMA”! I screamed after knocking on the door. “Oh god, Chastity what are you doing here”, she tried to say as quietly as my grandma could”. “Thank God, you're safe”. I instantly notice that my grandma has been crying, she just rushes in for a hug but I shuttle away in curiosity. “What's wrong grandma, why have you been crying?”, it breaks me to see her like this, but a million things are going through my head about what might have happened. “Your family, siblings, parents,”, she pauses for nearly ten minutes, but I just give her, her time. “I just got the call…. Chasity, they have just died in a fire back at the house”....

My life flashes before my eyes. My two little sisters and little brother, my mum and dad, my dog, they are all dead. The words are repeating over and over again in my head but I can’t make it stop. But I have to stand strong, and make my family proud.

2 Years later…..

Being the boss of the biggest Newspaper Company in the world is not easy you know. Well that's half a lie. ‘Real’, that is the name of my company I made. I made it to write stories and news that it one hundred percent true and not a single lie shall be included. But sometimes, it takes me back to two years ago.

My whole

Right now my life is going good and I don't think I would go back in time to get anything back. My family's death has pushed me in life and I will make them proud once again.