In the pitch of darkness
On the coldest night of all
It started with the gentle
howling
Noise of a hundred spooky
ghosts
But then as it got later
And it got colder
The sound of gentle ghosts
Turned into the screams of
a million
Screeching monkeys
I lay in my bed scrunched
up so tight
Too frightened to relax
I couldn't and wouldn't dare
To peek and see the destruction
Happening before me
As I felt the freezing breeze
Beneath, lift me up, I screamed
And screamed but it was no
use
My voice could not drift
The wind kept swishing it
away
Faster and faster
Higher and higher
I feel colder and colder
My face gets pale and slowly
My vision gets weaker until
Blank. I black out
By N (12 years)
Clothes are flying in the
air
The wind is blowing through
my hair
Our old tree is falling apart
Branches flying like paper
darts
The old tree is coming out
of the ground
Ouch! My ears! The crunching
sound!
This is scary I'm going inside
I'm going to hide
It's hard to walk on moving
floor
Oh man! There goes
the door!
By R (12 years)
Well it started raining
It wouldn't stop raining
So I cried like it was raining
That didn't help, it was
already raining
The next day it was flooding
It wouldn't stop flooding
So I cried like I was flooding
That didn't help, it was
already flooding
I saw a cow go swimming
He wouldn't stop swimming
So I cried while I was swimming
That didn't help, I was scared
swimming
By S (12 years)
