In my literature class we have to write a short story using the themes of a series of other short stories.
Here it is.
The sirens are blaring. The screams of men can barely be heard over the roaring rush of water. He turns his head and sees the torrent coming towards him. He turns, runs . . . dead end. He braces himself.
In my literature class we have to write a short story using the themes of a series of other short stories.
Here it is.
The sirens are blaring. The screams of men can barely be heard over the roaring rush of water. He turns his head and sees the torrent coming towards him. He turns, runs . . . dead end. He braces himself.