The wind howled like a beast, tearing through the remnants of the town with items flying like shrapnel. Windows shattered in a storm of destruction, and the sky churned with a green hue that made the air feel manky. Amidst the chaos, the sirens wailed on. Shrill. Relentless, like a predator hunting down its prey and it was a warning a little too late.
Inside the basement of a modest brick house on the edge of town, the last family huddled together. The father gripped the rusted handle of the storm cellar door, his knuckles bleeding. Beside him, his wife whispered prayers under her breath; her voice barely audible over the roar above. Their two children clung to each other – eyes wide, hearts pounding.
Then silence apart from the wailing winds of the tornado that had taken down the sirens, and now there is no way of know what is happening outside and suddenly one of the basement doors gets ripped open taking the dad with it as the rest of the family huddles in a corner calling for help but the phone line dies the tornado must have taken down a cell tower.
The mother scrambled toward the open doorway, her cries swallowed by the monstrous wind outside. Dust and debris swirled into the basement like a living thing, clawing at her clothes and hair. She slammed the remaining part of the door shut with trembling hands, bolting it with a rusted latch that barely held. The children sobbed in the corner, their small bodies shaking as the walls groaned under the pressure of the storm.
Gavin Year 10
Creative Writing with
Mrs Stevens
Dust swept across the outskirts of a dead city, carried by a wind that seemingly never ends. Skyscrapers lay in fractured heaps, their steel bones jutting outwards like monuments about to collapse. Glass crunched, scattered underfoot, the occasional lamp flickered with a dying pulse. It was silent, too silent; there were no birds, no machines, no voices. Just the wind, and the sounds of boots moving through the wreckage.
Jim Year 10
The radio turns on and off, the clouds turn darker and the sounds grow louder. There is a deep rumble in the ambience. Debris starts flying up against my window. Suddenly, the dogs stop, the radio stops, everything seems to stop for a moment. I go out into my back garden and look over my gate… The tornado has revealed itself, no more than 700 yards away, coming over the distant mountain. Everything starts again, the dogs, the wind is blowing. Everything is enhanced.
Alex Year 10
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