My eyes stung from the bright flames on the roof and there was people sheltering up there. I repeat ‘back up, back up’ calling for help.
I had run out of breath because the smoke was blocking my nostrils.
I tasted the firey smoke flowing around the flaming house.
I heard a pearson screaming as loud as a volcano erupting.
I carried a fire hose, it felt as heavy as a thousnd hippos.
Nice writing Dagi I really liked how you used a similie when you described carring the heavy hose.
Amazing writing Dagmawi I like the first sentences in your story it make me want to write about you are writing.
malo e lelei Dagmawi! I like the way your writing makes since it about the perspective of a firefighter.