Thanks for the reply emonerd,
I completely understand what you mean.
I have written a creative piece. Can you guys please read this and once again give me some feedback. I just wanted to ask... when writing a creative piece, is it necessary to write the basic 5 paragraph structure (orientation, complication, rising tension, climax and resolution)? Can I write the way I have written this one? Thanks
Topic: Image: Girl looking out of window. Below picture it says "What happens next?"
Heavy, grey clouds filled the sky, glued together so that no light could pass through. The trees stood low as though they were bored out of their misery. I could smell the smoke coming from the burning houses. BANG! The noise came again as the rubble from demolished trees flew around. "What happens next?" I though to myself as I saw people running around screaming.
"Tom! Hurry!" My father yelled as he urgently demanded me to follow him.
I quickly jumped off the dusty wooden table I was sitting on and scampered behind him. As soon as I steppe outside, the cold wind hit me like a massive wall. My hair stood on end and tiny goosebumps covered my body. BANG! There it went again. Screams filled the air once again and I started to hear a sharp ringing in my hears. Men wearing bulky white uniforms were running around, aiming their black rifles at frightened residents. Rocks were being thrown as people being attacked attempted to rebel against the orders of the men dressed in white.
My father grabbed me and pulled me behind a rusted tank as if he was trying to keep us out of sight. We tried to stay as quiet as possible. A man with big black boots walked past us as we tried to stay as low to the ground as possible. We slowly rose to our feet and sneaked away from the tank. I didn't know where we were going and I hadn't bothered to ask my father. I saw a large building in the distance. Wondering why that had not been destroyed just as every house in the area had, I assumed that it would (be) our destination. Every couple of seconds, we darted behind nearby objects objects to avoid being seen.
"Stop right there!" A voice boomed (from) behind us.
As we swiveled around, one of the men dressed in white pressed the trigger of his gun. To my horror, my father collapsed near me, clutching his chest. In an attempt to protect my father from further shots, I stood in front of him with my arms widespread. To my amazement, the man lowered his weapon.
"What are you doing?" Thundered a voice to my right.
As soon as this was said, my father's killer lifted his rifle once more and the sound of a gunshot echoed through my mind. My body started to sway and my vision started to blur. The environment soon appeared to be engulfed with thick mist as I began to feel very cold.
Thanks