Survival Stories

 

The ghostly echoes of my dreams, washed me up in a deep sleep.  Nothing was heard but a soft sudden rumble.  Its angry roar slowly grew louder like rain.  Time went by and I went with it.  I clutched by head, my eyes flashed open, the night air was thin and cold.  I dared myself to look out of the window and stepped from the bed onto a strangely tilted floor.

Everything that I could see was a mess.  

I swept myself into the darkness lead by my legs, my head was spinning like a wheel.  I slipped on the floor as it began to tilt further.  I rolled to the legs of my bed along with everything else in my room.  My table was pinning me against my mattress.  I pushed it with all my strength making room for a swift get-away, feet first.  The table slammed backwards as I had freedom. Finally I got to the door but by then I couldn’t stand for the room was almost vertical.  I clung onto the handle and opened it enough so I could get through.

The first thing I saw was darkness but suddenly a fire lit downstairs through a large crack separating the tilted house from the non-tilted.  I knew the fire would soon have advantage over me so one hop brought me over the crack, but I still wasn’t secure as I was wobbling on the edge of the top step.  I regained my balance and trotted down the stairs.  The walls were lined with cracks big and small and a few of the steps were not able to hold themselves.  When I got to downstairs it became clear that all doors were blocked by a mountain of rubble except the door leading to the kitchen, the gloss on it was shattered and it was off its hinges but I made it through.

I made my way to the kitchen’s only window and tried to open it but it was locked and the key was not in sight so I searched the destroyed kitchen for an object big or small able to open the window.  I tried many objects but I decided in the end to smash it with a frying pan.  Cracks appeared and eventually it smashed.  I scrambled out into the garden and froze looking at the destroyed houses.  I was in an open space with no way out.  I pushed against the walls of destroyed houses and I made a small gap between a snapped wooden support and part of a wall.  

Daylight glittered through so I kept pushing it bigger.  I threw myself through the gap to find myself in a tunnel of ruins leading to the outside world.  

Seconds later I was saved by rescue workers.

By Oliver Perry

 

The Dragon Slayer


I hear him, loud as thunder  
On galloping charger. Where does he wander
As bright as the sun, his armour of steel
Reflecting the journey of stirrup and heel?

Magnificent horse, with flowing mane,
Carries his master through forest terrain.
To where, I must ask,
Do you fly with such haste?

Jasmine Blackford 7x1 Mrs Main