Who let the kids out?

Holiday time and I have decided to entrust my beautiful children with this  creative space, while I illustrate my picture book and edit my novel.

This week my daughter is going to share a short story she wrote at school.

A Writing Task that followed this paragraph from the school brief:

Outside the wind howled ferociously, bending the huge trees as though they were little more than twigs. Brilliant flashes of lightning lit up the sky like fireworks, while all around us pelting rain lashed furiously at the windows

We huddled together, worried there was worse to come.

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Photo by Kath Unsworth

THE STORM

We sat in front of a blazing fire, drinking hot chocolates. Suddenly everything went black, it did not make a difference whether I had my eyes closed or open. My sister screamed. My mum tried to calm her down. My dad searched around for a torch and I stayed put with my brother.

“I have a torch.” I yelled at Dad, he did not listen and ran off to find one.

The wind was still howling with anger and so much power, we moved slowly, one by one to the basement where there was a light. Mum turned the lamp on, we relaxed a little until…

Crash! A huge branch came flying in the direction of the only window just above the ground. The window broke, I panicked and sank back into the old couch, hiding my head behind a pillow. I thought of the poor cats outside in the rain, all of them the dog, the cows and our chickens.

Fear took over us as we continued to stare at the cruel storm threatening us from above. Except me, I had my head still under the pillow. The rain poured through the shattered window saturating us and the shards of shining glass on the floor.

The lamp blinked and then went off completely. It was as if the rain was sucking the happiness and the light out of everyone and everything. It had done its duty here at our house, I thought. My sister turned on my small torch, it was a little brighter, but it still didn’t really help. I stretched out my legs and dared to put them on the floor.

“Yikes!” My toes were wet. My sister laughed. The water was spreading over to the other side of the room where we were sitting.

“I dare you to put your feet on the ground.” I said sounding startled, they all did it and gasped, the water was freezing, like ice.

We cuddled up together, hoping the rain would stop soon and tried to sleep.

“Wake up, Wake up!”My sister cried.

“What?” The lights were back on, I sat up and looked down at my feet, the rain had stopped, but the water on the ground was now as deep as my sisters baby pool.

The rain has stopped! I yelled a cry of joy. We walked through the water and back up to the house it was a saturated mess but the storm was over.

THE END by Willow

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Photo by Kath Unsworth

I hope you enjoyed Willow’s story she is turning eleven in February I wish I had started writing at this age, how about you?

Next week My son has a story called Stupid Spider, the kids will get a buzz from your comments thank you.

About Kath Unsworth

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year I want to finish my first children's picture book.
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50 Responses to Who let the kids out?

  1. Kaye says:

    Willow, this made me shiver with fear and then with relief about the storm being over. Yes, I am still a little bit afraid of storms and your story was so descriptive that it brought that fear back to my mind. Good job.

    I can understand your insecurity and thinking your story isn’t very good – because I feel that way a lot about my writing, too. HOWEVER, yours is very good; sometimes you just need another person to help you realize that.

    I would guess that your mum is a good encourager to you. She has been to me also.

  2. such a coincidence: I was just adding you to my list of bloggers when you visited my other blog. You have won the Superstar blogger award

    http://melaniejeanjuneau.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/the-superstar-blogger-award-a-ripple-effect-of-blessings/

  3. Lotta Wanner says:

    Willow, you are amazing! My heart is still pounding from the scary feeling of being there right by your side in this turbulent scenery! You weaved us a great story! Thank you for sharing. I hope you’ll write many, many more! Love/Lotta

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  5. zainabattari says:

    Willow, I cannot believe you’re only 11 and have written so amazingly. I could actually relate to your fear as in India we have had the worst stormy rains long ago and I was about 13 years old then. This week the rains have started to settle in Mumbai and it makes me feel so unhappy. I hate monsoons for various reasons. :P
    I love the part where you made the rains sound like some death eater.
    “It was as if the rain was sucking the happiness and the light out of everyone and everything.”
    Waiting to read more from you :) Good Luck!

    • Zainab thank you she smiled when I read this out to her. She really loves writing and is teaching herself mandarin chinese online just because she has a fascination for other languages. When I drop her to school she will say good bye in Mandarin chinese and I smile thinking what a wonderful accessible world she lives in and I am happy to have met you.

      • zainabattari says:

        Awww…that’s really nice! She sounds like a smart kid!
        Hǎo yùn, Willow! [I used the google translator, hope it conveys the right message :P]

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