The next essay is all about the terror a fire could bring to the neighbourhood.
I was sleeping comfortably on my bed lulled into deep sleep by the cool night breeze. Like a lightning that had struck, a burning smell flooded my nostrils and jolted me up out of slumber. Looking out from my bedroom window, I stared opened-mouthed at the row of burning houses across the street.
Without hesitation and like what any public-spirited citizen would do, I made a beeline for my parents’ bedroom and exclaimed frantically, “The row of houses across the road is up in flames!” My parents jumped out from their beds and peered out from their bedroom window.
Pandemonium had broken out as the panic-stricken residents rushed out from their homes like a herd of elephants away from the blazing flames. Their faces were covered with soot and the smoke caused their eyes to be teary.
Within minutes, the familiar wailing sirens of the fire engines announced their arrival as they whizzed down the street. The crimson read fire engines arrived at the scene, and like bees to a hive, the firefighters sprang into action. Without a moment to lose, the firefighters rolled out and fixed the fire hoses. Seconds later and they rushed forward to douse the raging flames. Torrents of water gushed out from the fire hoses held securely in the hands of the burly firefighters, determined to put an end to the blaze.
Two hours later and the final flames were eventually put out. The victims of the fire sat huddled together in a somber mood feeling hapless as they looked on the charred remains of what they used to call their homes. Fortunately, they did not lose any of their loved ones in the night’s ordeal. The cause of the fire is yet to be determined by the authorities but initial investigations point to a negligent smoker who threw out a cigarette bud into the garden.
Have you ever witnessed a fire?
More essays to come, so do stay tuned ...
See you,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: Aaron Landry / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
I was sleeping comfortably on my bed lulled into deep sleep by the cool night breeze. Like a lightning that had struck, a burning smell flooded my nostrils and jolted me up out of slumber. Looking out from my bedroom window, I stared opened-mouthed at the row of burning houses across the street.
Without hesitation and like what any public-spirited citizen would do, I made a beeline for my parents’ bedroom and exclaimed frantically, “The row of houses across the road is up in flames!” My parents jumped out from their beds and peered out from their bedroom window.
Pandemonium had broken out as the panic-stricken residents rushed out from their homes like a herd of elephants away from the blazing flames. Their faces were covered with soot and the smoke caused their eyes to be teary.
Within minutes, the familiar wailing sirens of the fire engines announced their arrival as they whizzed down the street. The crimson read fire engines arrived at the scene, and like bees to a hive, the firefighters sprang into action. Without a moment to lose, the firefighters rolled out and fixed the fire hoses. Seconds later and they rushed forward to douse the raging flames. Torrents of water gushed out from the fire hoses held securely in the hands of the burly firefighters, determined to put an end to the blaze.
Two hours later and the final flames were eventually put out. The victims of the fire sat huddled together in a somber mood feeling hapless as they looked on the charred remains of what they used to call their homes. Fortunately, they did not lose any of their loved ones in the night’s ordeal. The cause of the fire is yet to be determined by the authorities but initial investigations point to a negligent smoker who threw out a cigarette bud into the garden.
Have you ever witnessed a fire?
More essays to come, so do stay tuned ...
See you,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: Aaron Landry / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
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