Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: Take Shelter!
We have been learning about The Blitz this week in class, creating Blitzed London skylines for our tea-light jars. How will you interpret this week’s prompt? I can’t wait to read your responses!
Miss T
Take shelter
Arheeeee arheeeeee!! “Quick take shelter Germans are here with bombs move, move, move,” Shouted someone in the street. Suddenly my body jumped into action, taking me to a blur a then it came crashing down, it was a bomb. They came every second some catching fire some just exploding. Where’s my family? Have they left me or just forgot about me? All I knew is get out of here or I would die. Gathering my stuff I raced down the street when I see its blocked and I knew I was toast. The station was blocked and I was alone!!!!!
by the way at the start they are air raid noises
A dramatic opening, Joe! I loved how you grabbed your reader’s attention!
I awoke.I peered out of the window and saw looping german bombers under the spotlights.As I jumped to action I packed my stuff and clenched on my rusty oil lamp.I got set as I wondered around the streets of London as groups of plane silhouettes flew over my head.I ran to Kentish Town tube station, and scattered down the stairs.And to my approach frightened citizens were curled up on bunk beds and bitting there bitter lips.I waited and waited for the air raid sirens to stop.Then I heard the bombs…And I did not survive!
Take Shelter
“How many times do I have to tell you, when you hear the air raid noises you take shelter!”She warned. “But I don’t need to,” I replied. “What about the spies?”She asked “What about them,” I huffed. “You…
Take shelter from the bombs,
Take shelter from the fire,
Take shelter from the war,
Take shelter from the planes,
Take shelter from the Germans,
Take shelter from the armies,
Take shelter from the poison,
Take shelter from the killers,
Take shelter from the deadly gas,
That might catch you unaware?”
“Did that convince you?” She asked. “I think so!”
Take Shelter!
Quick! Take Shelter! said someone. The air raid sirens alerted the whole road making the people push and shove each other. I grabbed my things and rushed down the stairs. I was nearly at the station when I saw a crowd of people standing around something. Was it my family? I made my way through the crowd, but I noticed that it was a bomb outside the station.
All these children, mothers and fathers were going to get killed. I told everyone to stay back. I stepped forward to the bomb and put my body around the bomb and …
I think you know what happens at the end.
I could hear the humming of a German bomber plane above. Then there was terrible shouting outside. The air-raid siren bellowed across the dark cold night. From behind me someone shouted ‘take shelter!”
We all ran down the street and into Tufnell Park Underground railway station. We hurtled down all the steps to the platform. I could hear explosions far above. Then to my shock I realized that my Mum was no longer by my side.
When the sirens finally stopped I ran up the stairs to find her. And through the smoke I could see a familiar outline: “Mum!”
An interview with my Grandfather – an Eastender:
“I can remember that we had what was called an Anderson shelter in the garden. It was shared by the people who lived either side of us. When the air raid warning went, everybody used to get up and go down to these shelters and there were three separate families in ours and my mum and dad didn’t like that at all.
I can remember my dad wrapping me up in a big eiderdown and carrying me down to the shelter – I can remember that happening – soon after, we got a Morrison shelter.”
Take Shelter
I was ten years old on the 3rd of April 1941 and Winston Churchill had been Prime Minister for almost a year.
I remember that Birthday well because as usual I had to go and collect the coal from the merchants above the old closed down South Kentish Town Tube station. Then the air raid sirens sounded.
“Lets take shelter down on the old platform, follow me.”
The man opened up a trap door with a key and we climbed down 294 steps where we bumped into a Mr. Basil Green who’d been trapped there for some time.
TAKE SHELTER
They got to their Anderson shelter. Bombs dropped all over the city. They got there in time. The explosions made the ground rumble. Bits of pavement flew everywhere around the street. The small shudder of flak was muffled by the impacting bombs. The whistle hung in everybody’s ears as the bombs came down. Bits of another Anderson shelter rattled along the blown up street. Then silence! People emerged from their shelters. Some neighbours didn’t come. Dusty fog covered the houses, almost blinding people. All they could hear was the distant sound of aircraft engines. Flying back home through the clouds.
I can remember it vividly. We were in bed and talking about the dreaded war. It had been announced months ago, but nothing had happened yet. A loud crash interrupted my talking. I screamed and woke my parents. There was a clamour as the my parents and I tried to go out of the front door. We were ushered to tube station, where we bedded down for the night.The station once busy with commuters and rumbling trains was now full of families looking for a quiet place to sleep and waiting for the enemy planes to pass over.
Take shelter underground!
Dear diary,
I heard the silent go off. I thought it was the real thing but it was a practice run. As night went on the bombing started I heard the dropping in the distance. I heard the siren ringing so loud I thought that the glass will break. I climbed down from my bed and ran down to the kitchen. My brother and aunt were already waiting for us in the bottom of the garden. I stayed there all night until the next morning.