Great Depression Creative Writing
It was a hot, sunny day in the Great Plains of Oklahoma. The land was dry. Bugs were buzzing around. Many have traveled more than 40 miles for work during the Great Depression. It was the year 1939, where struggling families tried searching for jobs. One family has something unparticular coming. A 10 year old boy was soon in it for his life. The rumbling of the wagon. The clacking from the horses. A vigorous smell from the wild plants. The shivers that I get at night. I couldn’t stand it. I stood up from my two feet and began to walk towards to someone that I would know of. “Hey, Pa when are we gonna stop?” I asked. You may be wondering why my Pa isn’t sleeping at this kind of hour. Well, I can tell you why. He can’t sleep at night either.
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Something weird happens. Right when I was about to leave, a herd of bisons starts running away like crazy. By the looks of it, you could already tell something bad will happen. Deep inside my heart, I knew that I had to run. I began leaving the sticks behind and put my towel on one of my pockets. I began to run. As I ran, I looked behind me that’s when I saw the biggest storm of dust rolling over us.
It was coming up faster than ever. The bisons were being runned over. Knowing that you can’t outrun this storm. I looked for shelter. The closest shelter that I could find was a rock. I rolled over and ducked behind it. I began wrapping my head with the towel. I looked behind me. It was too late. Saving them would have me killed. I’m sorry as I said to the other bisons that were about to be runned over. I turned around it began closing my eyes and covered them.
The storm rolled over the Great plains. Hitting me with every stroke of dust that it had. Carefully, I tried breathing inside the warped towel on my face. I tried holding my breath taking just anything, but dust. Finally, the great, powerful storm came to an end.
I came outside out of my hiding. Seeing through the horror from the destruction that the dust storm created. Just everything was covered in sand. Every living creatures was all dead. I apologized soon after. Afterwards, I started running towards my
Something weird happens. Right when I was about to leave, a herd of bisons starts running away like crazy. By the looks of it, you could already tell something bad will happen. Deep inside my heart, I knew that I had to run. I began leaving the sticks behind and put my towel on one of my pockets. I began to run. As I ran, I looked behind me that’s when I saw the biggest storm of dust rolling over us.
It was coming up faster than ever. The bisons were being runned over. Knowing that you can’t outrun this storm. I looked for shelter. The closest shelter that I could find was a rock. I rolled over and ducked behind it. I began wrapping my head with the towel. I looked behind me. It was too late. Saving them would have me killed. I’m sorry as I said to the other bisons that were about to be runned over. I turned around it began closing my eyes and covered them.
The storm rolled over the Great plains. Hitting me with every stroke of dust that it had. Carefully, I tried breathing inside the warped towel on my face. I tried holding my breath taking just anything, but dust. Finally, the great, powerful storm came to an end.
I came outside out of my hiding. Seeing through the horror from the destruction that the dust storm created. Just everything was covered in sand. Every living creatures was all dead. I apologized soon after. Afterwards, I started running towards my