Fear From The City : Fear

The sound thundered through my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet and it felt like I was floating on it. Then another flash like lightning and that ground-shaking, deafening noise again” As you can probably tell, this is where the village is being bombed.

I lolled around still thinking about the decision I had made. The vicissitudes were just piling up, on after another. The only things I heard were buildings crumble, guns being fired, and bombs dropping. I missed the sound of my car starting, I missed the sound of the music playing, but most of all, I missed the sound of my children laughing and playing. The kind of chastisement I was living through was just unbearable and I was ready to leave. No one was stabbing me, no one was shooting me, just thinking about what I have lost is the most painful thing. I heard gunshots getting closer. I needed to leave.

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

I secretly followed him hall after turning left and right proud of myself, but yet so scared at the same time. I tiptoed into the nuclear weaponry. Francisco was getting the weapons set up for attack. We were all going to die. My thoughts were frantically going everywhere, and my heart was racing and pounding like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild

As dawn began to break across the beautiful sky, I heard the powerful iron doors of the main building being closed and locked. Dawn to me is the most beautiful part of the day. Colors streaming across the sky make me forget about the horrors of the world. Under me I heard some sort of loud bombs or grenades being thrown into the lowest hall and exploding there; they seemed to make only smoke, but they may have been incendiaries. Later, the ground floor began to burn a scorching heat. Perhaps benzene or petrol had been poured around. Sadly I was still lying among the bodies of others. The bodies smelled awfully and were terribly wounded. Since they were wounded I got streaks of blood on my face and body.

I slowly open my eyes and I am terrified. Where am I? How did I get here? I can hear many loud booms which I presume to be the constant shelling of my brothers-in-arms. I see syrettes, saws and lots of black rats lying dead with unearthly expressions of anguish on their grotesque faces. There is fresh blood on the floor next to me, a bitter metallic smell penetrating my nose. I close my eyes for a second to regain my composure and when I open them fragments of information start coming back to me.

Yet when noon came and the sun came beating down on fractured people, their ears grew hungry for something they had never had before. People looked towards Saint Vincent’s Cathedral, with its white clay bell tower, and craved its awful shriek. They craved the sound of past and the feeling of their worst inconvenience being a bell too loud. And when, slower than it once did, the bell rang high and intense, many felt their shoulders drop and eyes begin to water. For in such brutal blight, their bell remained

I awoke from my trance in a place that could not have been my beautiful kingdom. I was in a room that was shaped like a leaf; stalagmites and stalactites lined the ceiling and floor, a large, leaf-shaped stone lay in the center of the room, and a plate with a speck of a meal sat atop it.

I couldn't even hear myself think! The smoke and dust gather around my comrades and I. I can't hear and now I can't see anything through this dirt and dust, it's almost impossible. I can make out the figure of my fellow comrade. I can smell the dust from the explosion and this awfully strong metal kind of smell. The blanket of smoke and dust trap me and my comrades, I feel the heavy air slowly suffocating me.

The bomb exploded. The screams of terror and agony became louder than before. No one knew how this could have happened. We were all sitting in the dining room waiting for dinner when a loud shriek interrupted the silence. Everyone stood to look out the window. In the middle of town, which was not far enough in my opinion, laid a large, oval object. There was nothing special about it. It simply looked like a hunk of metal until it suddenly began counting down. We immediately knew what it was and started packing.

As I woke up the next morning in the claustrophobic shelter, I could still hear the same noise;aircrafts shaking the earth, bombs breaking the earth and incessant screaming that sends a chilling sensation to your bones. Then an eery silence after an almighty explosion. The average volume of people chatting in the shelter was very quiet but the loudest

Desperately trying to get away from these odd civilians, I saw an open door way and ran through. I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts, I ran into the building and all of the people were crowded in the very center of the room, there was an abundance of space throughout the whole building but every single person was

My eyes dart around me searching for routes of escape. The moon illuminates the corridor with a ghostly light ad a soft wind wafts through eliciting groans from a nearby door. One bare foot after the other I pad towards the door. I fear the door may creak if I open it to slowly so I opt to swing it open and make a fast break up the stairs. Voices begin to clamour behind me and I know I’ve been spotted. There is a curtained window at the top of the first flight of stairs that looks over the great skyline of the city. I know not what sort of madness drove me to step out of it but I did. I now stood on the window ledge the glass of the window my only support. The city lights before me twinkle with a dazzlingly reverie and the sounds of traffic down below is too loud in my ears. The wind out here is stronger too, willowing about me caring voices that beckon me to death. I close my eyes and pray no one dares open this

All I longed for was light. The dark felt cold, unwelcoming yet,strangely familiar. Soon enough, I heard a murmur in the distance. Concentrating on it with all the strength I had, it became cleare and cleare. Beeeeeep….Beeeeeep…..Beeeeep. At first, I thought it was my alarm, annoyed I tried to reach out to turn my “alarm” off. I heard whispers in the room. Soon, I realized wait...my alarm doesn’t beep, it usually plays music. I tried to wake up, only to black out again.

In the story we just read fear was a big part of the story. Many parts were scary and fear was a huge part. Fear can mess with many things in your body and make you think weird things are happening but nothing is really going on. Many people get scared easy because they get scared and imagine things. Imagining things can override anything.