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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The Conflagration

By Joseph Tom, year 9, Elizabeth College

Bang! Boom! Bang! The bombs started falling. A house went up in flames. An office block disappeared in smoke. People were evacuating buildings, running for shelter, it was complete and utter panic.

I didn’t expect the war to come, not here. My mum told me we’d be safe here. But we weren’t. Mum and I were running in absolute terror. The bombs were like dragons raining fire from the skies. I looked back, to see the house that we ran from was devastated. Our home, which we had worked so hard to get, had been destroyed in a matter of seconds. Quickly, mum grabbed my hand and we carried on running. We ran for ages, but the bombs seemed to be never-ending.

A crowd suddenly came rushing out of a burning building nearby and ran right between me and mum. We were separated. I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Mum!” I called. No answer. “Mum!” I called again, still no answer. I was crying now. “Mum… Please...” I was frozen in fear and despair.

Even with the bombs going off all around me, even with people everywhere, I had never felt so alone. At that moment, all I wanted was to be back at home, free from terror and war, with mum and dad. I wished dad was here, to protect me and save me from this nightmare. But he’ll never come back. He went to war a year ago and we hadn’t heard from him since.

Bang! suddenly, a bomb went off extremely close to me and I was jolted out of my grief. No matter whether I’ll see mum again, no matter whether dad will ever come back from the war, no matter if this war will never end, I had to escape. I had to survive the conflagration.

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