AFTER
LESSON
Now that you have learned all the ways of writing an action-packed story. Examples will be given to explain suspense, vocabulary, detail, and about the action. Places in the text will be highlighted a certain color, for example:
Suspense
Vocabulary
Detail
Action
From the text of Battle of Triumph
A window shattered. A bunch of shooting sounds were blaring. "What the?!" shouted Dad.
Bullets went through our house. Our plates were shattered, I screamed. A bullet hit the leg of the bed.
The bed went over and I smacked my head on the floor. I was dazed.
"Tyrant!" shouted Dad. He covered me, keeping me from being shot.
Then the door banged. I don't know who they were but they sounded German.
A group of men came in shouting in some forgein language. Mom got me and put me inside her room.
She was closing the blinds and locked the door. My face was drenched with sweat. I heard punching and kicking, and a bunch of shots.
Then as my dad shouted, someone shot their pistol. And then a thud was heard. I really was hoping for what it was, that it didn't happen. But, Mom started bawling and cried with such sadness that even you would've cried.
I knew what happened. Then a German busted in the room. He was wearing a tan tucked shirt with no sleeves. His muscles were big and muscular. He was holding a shotgun facing my mother.
My mom stuttered under her breath, closing my eyes. "Please don't...whatever you want...I-I'll give-please."
The muscular man went close (like please, personal space?!) and he spoke with his hot breath.
"So, I can take anything huh?" he said, chuckling. "Hilarious."
He grabbed me by the neck-part of my shirt. "NOO!" My mom cried. The man got his pistol and shot her. She fell lifeless, on the floor.
My heart sank, and tears went out of my eyes. "Hehh. Boy, you're coming with me," the German said.
They squished my arm so tight, they could've broke it! After they dragged me to their truck, I found myself in a mid-carriage with many people in it.
I guess they were trapped too. I really wanted to cry but my blood was too cold to even start tearing up.
"Hey you," someone said. I looked to the left side of me. It was this boy who had dirty blond hair that wasn't very long but was like mine a little bit.
"Huh," I said weakly. "Are you scared?" he asked. I didn't expect someone to talk to me and say 'are you scared.' "Y-y-yes," I stammered.
The blonde boy reached his hand and covered me. "Well, I'll make sure to always keep you safe, always."
That was the first smile I ever gave in such a situation. I covered him too knowing that we'll always be keeping each other safe, until we're free.
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