World War III by Darragh

Carl Brown was sitting in his armchair. He had a bowl of salt gripped firmly in his hand. Suddenly the ground started to shake. He panicked he was terrified he didn’t know what to do. He ran outside when he got outside he looked up and saw bombs dropping. He ran to the bomb shelter. He ran as fast as he could until he heard a gun fire. Right in front of him was the corpse of a dead giraffe. He felt frozen he couldn’t move he could feel grease dipping from his head. He saw all the people running then he heard the gun fire again he looked down and saw blood on his shirt he shouted for ice he looked beside him and saw a store he ran to it. He went to the freezer aisle, but every thing was frozen. Suddenly he collapsed he didn’t know what was happening he looked up and saw a silhouette of a man…

2 thoughts on “World War III by Darragh”

  1. Darragh,
    I felt the grip of fear as I read your piece. Great use of the focus words to set a mood of terror and confusion. Your ending is a cliffhanger. I wonder who the man is and what will happen to the narrator next.
    Keep writing.
    Mrs. G., Hub Buddy Teacher, Guilderland, NY, USA

  2. Hi Darragh!
    I like how you used a continuation of World War II. It is so mysterious. I really wonder who the man is. I loved the word silhouette that you used.

    Srimukha, Hub Buddy, USA

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