Jerissa
Jerissa writes strong, clear fiction. No matter her topic, she tackles her subject head on. This brings the reader right into the story. Here are two separate stories from Jerissa.
I tried so hard to block out all the noise, the screams as buildings came crashing down, the endless crying, the endless sounds of explosion. Finding the smallest crevice we could crawl into, we waited, silent, as our home imploded on itself.
Strange children surrounded me/ I had never met them before and yet I understood how each one of them felt, our emotions forever etching our faces into masks of horror as we waited hours for the bombs to stop. I looked around out little hidey hole and for the first time I noticed we were all crouched in a trench in the middle of the road. A street pole had fallen over giving us shelter. I felt the mud squish in between my toes and little worms wriggle about. I wondered if they felt as much agony as I did, that the world above them lay in ruins.
Another explosion overhead, then, through the smoke they came: the monsters, the ones that had taken my home away from me. They came through the smoke like shadows through a nightmare. We all shrunk against the edge of
the trench crying silent tears of fear and despair. They shouted in some foreign tongue they were happy at the downfall of my city; my city filled with the scent of summer; the hug of Autumn far, far away. My city that was supposed to be filled with golden light. As these strange creatures came closer, the stench of fear closed in around me, creeping down my body, the cold grip of it closing around my neck. The silent hands of fear. Hands that gripped guns, closing around the trigger.
Jerissa
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I stared down at my mum. Her eyes had gone back into her head, her mouth still forming a silent, never-ending scream. I grinned, dropping the kitchen knife next to my dad’s unmoving body. I walked down the gloomy hall,
faded light cascaded down from the grimy windows. I could see little dust particles dancing in the air. I waved my bloody hands about, making them flutter around. I giggled, pushing my brown curly mass of hair back from my face. I laughed again, leaving dirty red footprints down the hall.
Jerissa
Strange children surrounded me/ I had never met them before and yet I understood how each one of them felt, our emotions forever etching our faces into masks of horror as we waited hours for the bombs to stop. I looked around out little hidey hole and for the first time I noticed we were all crouched in a trench in the middle of the road. A street pole had fallen over giving us shelter. I felt the mud squish in between my toes and little worms wriggle about. I wondered if they felt as much agony as I did, that the world above them lay in ruins.
Another explosion overhead, then, through the smoke they came: the monsters, the ones that had taken my home away from me. They came through the smoke like shadows through a nightmare. We all shrunk against the edge of
the trench crying silent tears of fear and despair. They shouted in some foreign tongue they were happy at the downfall of my city; my city filled with the scent of summer; the hug of Autumn far, far away. My city that was supposed to be filled with golden light. As these strange creatures came closer, the stench of fear closed in around me, creeping down my body, the cold grip of it closing around my neck. The silent hands of fear. Hands that gripped guns, closing around the trigger.
Jerissa
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I stared down at my mum. Her eyes had gone back into her head, her mouth still forming a silent, never-ending scream. I grinned, dropping the kitchen knife next to my dad’s unmoving body. I walked down the gloomy hall,
faded light cascaded down from the grimy windows. I could see little dust particles dancing in the air. I waved my bloody hands about, making them flutter around. I giggled, pushing my brown curly mass of hair back from my face. I laughed again, leaving dirty red footprints down the hall.
Jerissa
