Tremors: Narrative Essay
“Tremors”
- Barakah Moti MYP4
Midnight, 14 June 2012. I was awake in my bed, excited or maybe depressed. I did not know. The night seemed weird, because it was much darker than before and I heard the owls hoot louder. They seemed hungry. Hungry for meat and for love. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see a thin light pass by and I opened it at my highest to identify what it was. I missed it each time. What was it? When sunrise grew closer, I heard weird thuds that pierced my ear deeply. What on earth was it? Was it somebody playing the flute? Was it someone under my bed? Was there anybody present in my room? I didn’t know. I stayed paralyzed in my bed. Still in fright. My eyes wide open, despite my weariness. I was excited for tomorrow because it was my birthday and that the day would be rather hectic. Maybe I was too excited that I became a subject to the things around me. Still, there was more terror within me. What did they show? Suddenly, I fell into a restless sleep.
Minutes later, I felt a sudden tremble. A ray of sunshine hit my face as I opened my eyes. The shaking ended once I opened my eyes and I fell asleep once more. Again, there was a tremble and it kept on recurring. Every time the room shaked, the tremble was harder. I was scared. I went outside my room and went to the kitchen first. Everything was fallen including the stove and the fridge. I ran into my parents room crying. I could not see them in their space. I was more than thrilled. My heart stopped for a second. I directly went into my sibling’s room. My siblings were not there, except my 6 months old sister. I screamed and shouted like a mad cow. My lungs hurt. They pained, but I continued to shout. I picked up my sister and ran out in the streets. I was wearing my ugly nightdress. I ran in the streets. Everything seemed destroyed. All houses broken with cement pieces toppling the floor. The trains crashed on twisted railroads. It was like World War III to me, or perhaps the end of
- Barakah Moti MYP4
Midnight, 14 June 2012. I was awake in my bed, excited or maybe depressed. I did not know. The night seemed weird, because it was much darker than before and I heard the owls hoot louder. They seemed hungry. Hungry for meat and for love. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see a thin light pass by and I opened it at my highest to identify what it was. I missed it each time. What was it? When sunrise grew closer, I heard weird thuds that pierced my ear deeply. What on earth was it? Was it somebody playing the flute? Was it someone under my bed? Was there anybody present in my room? I didn’t know. I stayed paralyzed in my bed. Still in fright. My eyes wide open, despite my weariness. I was excited for tomorrow because it was my birthday and that the day would be rather hectic. Maybe I was too excited that I became a subject to the things around me. Still, there was more terror within me. What did they show? Suddenly, I fell into a restless sleep.
Minutes later, I felt a sudden tremble. A ray of sunshine hit my face as I opened my eyes. The shaking ended once I opened my eyes and I fell asleep once more. Again, there was a tremble and it kept on recurring. Every time the room shaked, the tremble was harder. I was scared. I went outside my room and went to the kitchen first. Everything was fallen including the stove and the fridge. I ran into my parents room crying. I could not see them in their space. I was more than thrilled. My heart stopped for a second. I directly went into my sibling’s room. My siblings were not there, except my 6 months old sister. I screamed and shouted like a mad cow. My lungs hurt. They pained, but I continued to shout. I picked up my sister and ran out in the streets. I was wearing my ugly nightdress. I ran in the streets. Everything seemed destroyed. All houses broken with cement pieces toppling the floor. The trains crashed on twisted railroads. It was like World War III to me, or perhaps the end of