Imaginative Writing Coursework - Seth Stahl
Escape
There was no time. The only way out was the window. He ran to it, hotly persued by a thick dust cloud. It was a long drop, too long. There was an explosion behind him. Craig knew he couldn't survive and thoughts of himself being another number on the death toll, began to flash through his mind. He fell back, feeling dizzy as the drop began to look further and further away. He knew that what he was going to do was suicide, but there was no other choice. He began to think soothing thoughts of his family back at home. But, forcing a decision, the floor that seemed so stable began to crack, as the aftershocks began.
Craig's bones jolted and shuddered as the piece of floor he was now sat on crashed through each floor of the building with ease. He caught glimpses of what he thought were bodies, crushed under the joists and strange pieces of wire, that were twisted in unbelievable ways; heavy framework that he didn't know existed inside the walls that now jutted out at awkward angles. The chaos came to a sudden stop. Craig's body tried to carry on, forcing his head into what was left of the piece of floor that was now ceiling. He rubbed his neck as he looked up at the four floors that he had fallen through, amazed that he was still alive. He worked out that he was on the ground floor. He looked again at the piece of floor that had saved his life! Craig's senses began to come back as he noticed he was struggling to breathe through the thick dust cloud that choked in the air. The thought of going back up to help his friends was quickly replaced by the desire to get out alive. He covered his mouth and nose with the jumper that his grandmother had knitted for his birthday, remembering all of the presents that he'd left behind. He looked around, searching for light. He pulled an unhinged door away from a window, releasing light into what was left of the room. While clambering out a shard of glass tore his jumper, cutting his arm. The excruciating pain shocked his exhausted body and he slumped out of the window frame helplessly. He tore off the remaining part of his jumper and wrapped it around his cut, letting out an anguished cry of pain as he tightened it. He lay on the cold, concrete floor, looking up at the window he had previously looked down from. The sky above was bright blue, the sun only just rising to the devastation with not a cloud in sight. His eyes strained as he watched the sun rise, so he closed them...
Escape
There was no time. The only way out was the window. He ran to it, hotly persued by a thick dust cloud. It was a long drop, too long. There was an explosion behind him. Craig knew he couldn't survive and thoughts of himself being another number on the death toll, began to flash through his mind. He fell back, feeling dizzy as the drop began to look further and further away. He knew that what he was going to do was suicide, but there was no other choice. He began to think soothing thoughts of his family back at home. But, forcing a decision, the floor that seemed so stable began to crack, as the aftershocks began.
Craig's bones jolted and shuddered as the piece of floor he was now sat on crashed through each floor of the building with ease. He caught glimpses of what he thought were bodies, crushed under the joists and strange pieces of wire, that were twisted in unbelievable ways; heavy framework that he didn't know existed inside the walls that now jutted out at awkward angles. The chaos came to a sudden stop. Craig's body tried to carry on, forcing his head into what was left of the piece of floor that was now ceiling. He rubbed his neck as he looked up at the four floors that he had fallen through, amazed that he was still alive. He worked out that he was on the ground floor. He looked again at the piece of floor that had saved his life! Craig's senses began to come back as he noticed he was struggling to breathe through the thick dust cloud that choked in the air. The thought of going back up to help his friends was quickly replaced by the desire to get out alive. He covered his mouth and nose with the jumper that his grandmother had knitted for his birthday, remembering all of the presents that he'd left behind. He looked around, searching for light. He pulled an unhinged door away from a window, releasing light into what was left of the room. While clambering out a shard of glass tore his jumper, cutting his arm. The excruciating pain shocked his exhausted body and he slumped out of the window frame helplessly. He tore off the remaining part of his jumper and wrapped it around his cut, letting out an anguished cry of pain as he tightened it. He lay on the cold, concrete floor, looking up at the window he had previously looked down from. The sky above was bright blue, the sun only just rising to the devastation with not a cloud in sight. His eyes strained as he watched the sun rise, so he closed them...
