My teacher made a class assiment for us to right is a perspective of a person who was at pampa when mt. vesuves erupted so this is my story.
I weep
I weep and this is why. It is cold wet and slimy in here. I am holding the last survivor of my master’s house hold. She is weeping and I with her. She has lost every last member in her family. And I the only family I’ve ever known.
Her name is Pamalon. I’ve been working for her family since my parents died 11 years ago. Oh I don’t want to think about it. Nor do I want to think of other loved ones that have past. Everyone has a reason to weep. And I with them. And this is why.
The hill that has over looked our town for so many years just suddenly exploded.
Master and Mistress ,where on their way to a gala. It was terrible flames everywhere, ash, hard, rock falling out of the sky. If only the gods had given us a sign. As I ponder this thought, I wonder do the gods care? Are the gods still their? Or are they gone just as our loved ones. Or are the punishing us for our sin. Pamalon starts to cry again. I was in such a woe I had forgotten that she was there. I can not calm her down. For she knows the truth as I do. We will not live. This is why I weep.
p.s I waswriting in a prespitive if a slave who was protecting a baby.
3 comments:
Great story N! I liked all versions of it..but I agree this one is the best! Good writing style for you!
I am impressed! Very well written. I was able to get a good visual picture too.
Great perspective. That's a creative take on who would be in that sort of situation and what she would feel.
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