Descriptive Writing Assignment 2/7/07

The loud hurtful sirens, the howls of the animals at night, the street lights flickering on and off, and the dreadful feeling in my stomach. It was them, all these nights had passed but today was my turn. My body heated up as if it was 100 degrees outside. That instance I felt so anxious to get away, to leave the place I call my home. Approaching closer and closer as the clocks minutes tick’ I feel worse and worse. The sweat is clinching to my face. The next thing I know, all the noise in the neighborhood went done. It was suddenly quiet, I felt as if this were all a dream. But then, as I look out my window. I see a bright colorful fire truck. It was them; they had come to burn my books, to turn them all into little pieces of ash. I had told the men, Please don’t burn my books, they did not do anything to you. The men replied, I was ordered to leave the house or they would shatter my house to the ground. Crackling and Stinging my house was in flames. I had no other choice but to quickly fall down with my home. Feeling the heat rise, and the flames begin to grow. I said to myself, I lived my life...