Paikea Writing Challenges

The crash Boom, boom went the house, shaking as if a giant  was walking right beside it. Splash, splash went the bath water, sploshing as if the ocean waves were breaking in the tub. Crackle, crackle went the fire in the hearth, flaring as if a volcano was erupting in the lounge. Swoosh, swoosh went the curtains in the bedroom, swirling as if the wind was howling inside. Clang, clang went the pots in the kitchen, singing as if they were toddlers making music. Honk, honk went the car's horn, crashing as it flew uncontrollable into the tiled roof of the house.  Leah    

Help! I gasped for air as I arose into reality hearing the screaming and cries down stairs. My hands trembled and shook. Am I still in the dream running through my mind? Clenching the wall tiptoeing down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I finally reached the bottom. It took seconds but felt like years. Suddenly I froze with nothing to say except HELP. Lying there on the ground was my dad with a gunshot destroying the side of his head. It was 1943, the World was at War. My dad was dead and it was their fault. Leah