This is a true story written by me, except, I am pretending that I am the firefighter! 🐉 😄
This was a L3 writing activity. We had to write from the firefighter's perspective. Koka Ngaire wanted us to write more - but not waffle.
We used ARMS (add, remove, move & substitute) to recraft. Next time I am going to work on the words that I use - so that my writing is more powerful.
Sirens blared as I stepped into the small smoky house. As I, the brave firefighter, grasped the torch I was holding, I clomped inside with my heavy fireproof suit. The torch illuminated in the darkness, showing a desk with overflowing papers half burned and half torn. On the other side of the room, there was a bed with ash spilled all over it. I pushed the burned door lightly, and the whole door collapsed onto the soot stained carpet. I then stepped forward into the room, shone my torch in all directions, and finally the right side of the floor.
There as far as the naked eye could see, lay a young kitten, soot striped across his dark black nose and his spotted forehead - almost like a tiger's. I picked up the motionless creature, murmuring under my breath - ”you will be alright. Im sure of it.” I walked calmly towards the opened front door, stepped over the pile of smoking ash, and scampered outside.
I lay the kitten down on the concrete driveway, and poured the rest of my water bottle’s warm contents over the kitten. After that, I placed a air mask to his delicate mouth and nose, that would pump air into the lifeless creature’s lungs to keep the kittens heart pumping blood through his body. After a few minutes, the kitten struggled to get the mask off. Calmly I took it off the poor kittens mouth and started to dry him off. He was dry but now cold, I placed him on top of my arm and around my stomach - It was great to save a life and I was sure that I was going to save another again - yeah, pretty sure of that.
My fellow firefighters did one last check through the house - just in case there was another life to save that we didn’t notice, but when they all came back I knew that everything was going to be alright. We talked to the lady who owned the house, drove to the petrol station to refill the truck with petrol, and back to the fire station.
