The Sound of Misery

October 19, 2011
By Katie Harris BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
Katie Harris BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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In an instant, smoke barrels from the front door
and through cracks in the windows.
I listen, no sirens.
Dark figures slowly emerge from their houses
as if they have something to give.
All they give, however, are their eyes,
which see everything I already have.

I hear screams.
Screams I want to stop,
but only escalate to piercing.

Before I know it, I’m sprinting,
dashing into the blazing beast.
My shouts echo throughout the house, but they don’t compare to his.

When I reach his bedroom,
the brightness of the light is so blinding,
I turn away.
The heat so excruciating;
his shrieks, unbearable.

Suddenly my breathing halts.
My vision blurs. My hearing ceases.
I run, leaving my brother for the second time.

And as I’m assuaged by fresh air,
he is devoured by the thick, suffocating smoke.

The author's comments:
This is a true story and one of my most haunting memories. It is astonishing how well you write about topics that truly move you, giving you the opportunity to move others through your writing.

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on Nov. 1 2011 at 9:58 pm
Lizzie Hamilton BRONZE, Hinsdale, Illinois
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Hauntingly beautiful... keep writing!

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