Collapse-Personal Narrative

The rumble turned into a shake that made Amanda and I turn around. The sight was indescribable. A massive cloud of dust darkened the sky. Almost like a tsunami of dirt. One of the towers collapsed. The dust burned my eyes to the point where I almost closed them completely. We ran fast but it felt faster because we couldn't see where we were going. I tripped a few good times. Amanda twisted her ankle so I opened one of the near by cars that was unlocked. I helped her in the car. We both thought this was the safest option and we were both out of breath. We could hardly see out the windows, in fact we couldn't. I pulled out my phone at this point. I had 19 missed calls from my parents because they new I was eating at the Copper Lantern which was near the Twin

“Crash!” flames were everywhere there was wreckage and debris everywhere and I realized a plane had crashed into the wall. I was on the floor and I reached for Gabbie but she wasn’t moving. I felt to see if she was breathing and fortunately she was. I looked around and saw Bill, Tammy, Ted, Charlie, Jen, and all my other co-workers and some were moving but others weren’t I crawled to Bill and he wasn’t breathing. I was coughing from the smoke in the air and was crying. The fire stung my skin. I crawled to Gabbie, I couldn’t see, she woke up and started to panic. I calmed her down and we found other co-workers but some died. I felt like the floor was gonna gave in any second so we didn’t move. Huddled together we thought we were gonna die, we sat in silence, realizing the end, thinking about the past.

As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling, blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

Hi guys! This past weekend we were graced with a much needed fall break. After a few weeks of constant studying, it was nice to have a four day weekend to sit back and relax. After my two tests on Friday I drove seven hours to meet my dad and my girlfriend's dad in Pittsfield Illinois for a few day hunting trip at a lease that my dad has. It was a long drive, but it was worth it when I arrived to a 16oz prime rib at one of my favorite restaurants, the Red Dome. Unfortunately the corn and soybeans had not yet been cut around our farm so we did not see as many deer as usual, but we still had fun and relaxed for a few days.

The trees blurred together as I whisked past them. I had to keep running, the fear pumping through my veins kept me going for this long. I never was good a geography and judging by where I am, I’m lost. This was bad, how was I supposed to hide if I didn't know where I was hiding.

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

Everything you would expect in a perfect person. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, and a perfect at everything. That was a guy by the name of Drake.

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 felt the smoke entering my lungs and blinding me but there was nothing I could do about it. As the fire crept over the island, everything felt so out of control. Oh god, I could have been killed. I cannot believe they were just going to kill me like that.

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Was the sound I was use to waking up every morning. It was early in the morning I dreaded our early morning skate. Going from a hot humid day to cool ice rink is very refreshing. This year was voted captain, something that I was very proud of. We had a game this wednesday evening. The team we were playing were animals every one of them. The sport those boys played was more like cage fighting than hockey. When we were warming up Jack, the captain on the other team came over to me, he has always been a bully in a way.

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.

Just a little while after arriving at my office in Higashi-kanon-machi(an eastern streets of Kan-on area), there was a sudden air-laid alarm went off, and quickly after that, a bright red pillar of flame shot up out the window, and the building fell down in an instant (just like a flashlight of magnesium for photography) and smashed us. Though couldn’t move at all for a while, I tried moving myself and going through the heap of wreckage somehow. I crawled and crawled under timbers with my friend who had been sitting next to me, got out at last after long hours; don’t know how long. It was dark outside and drops of something like rain were falling. I kept running like hell toward the west, to get Koi-area, my home. On the way, I looked around the city all burned down, saw very few human figures, however, barely arrived home wondering what was going on. My mother had believed I was dead till then, so she was happy and relieved. The smoke of burning bodies been seen since then for many days, at the riverside of Ota-gawa had made me feel

A crisp breeze tread through empty back streets of the village hibanagakure, despite the clear skies occupied by a warm sun. Dirt roads mixed with mud were kicked by someone's trudged walking.

chimney. I decided that I had no option but to make my way to the