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Introduction

The Waiting The rain beats on the roof above. A strong continuous timbre; like the foot steps of soldiers marching into battle, never to return. Dismal faces surround us, everyone is exhausted. They feel trapped, so do we; like animals in a cage. Waiting, just waiting. That's all we've done. Wait as the minutes and then the hours go by on the clock. Tick, tick, tick. The room is filled with smoke, half of us can't breathe. As we wait, we choke. We are all angry; but few of us show our feelings. We try to rally our spirits, but are too weary to laugh. Everyone is talking, but there is not the buzz of excitement that there was in the beginning. The subject of most conversations is dry and sombre. The weather is ever popular as a topic, as all it consists of is rain and wind. Much like in our homeland really. Every person in the room is hungry, children's stomachs growl as they sleep. ...read more.

Middle

Many of us turned to look. This tragedy was affecting the children as well. Us adults have nothing to do, nowhere to go. We had passed through into the next **section** and there was no turning back. Our clothes and belongings were far away from us; securely locked up away from our reach. We had nothing but the clothes on our backs and a small bag of luggage we were permitted to **bring with us**. The small girl is wandering about the room, she has no idea what is going on. **In truth**, neither do we. We have no power over what is happening. We are like ants in rain; there may be many of us but we are powerless in the circumstances. As the girl walks, she drags a doll along by her feet. It is now tattered and dirty but still bares a beaming smile across its ragged cloth face. Nobody here is smiling, not a single glad soul. ...read more.

Conclusion

I wrote this story so that you did not know why all the characters are depressed until the very end, hopefully the reader will assume that something terrible has happened to them, maybe they have been kidnapped. Then the ending is supposed to be ironic, showing that these people are acting suicidal over nothing. I wrote the stories in ***first person plural???*** because then the reader cannot say that it was just one person over-reacting, that it was the overall opinion of all the people there that it was the end of the world. I think that if I had written it in the first person, the reader may have come into the opinion that the character was just over-reacting by himself/herself. By writing in the **** person the reader gets to see how self-centred and ***** many people are. However this story does not have to be read in this depth, it could be turned into a comedy script for a short sketch, with the ironic ending to make everyone laugh. Georgia Artus Lower 5 English Creative Coursework - Autumn Term 2002 ...read more.

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