The story: Winter had arrived bringing with it the storms of hail and ice in every corner of the land. Darkness enveloped the sky and wisps of mist surrounded the shining sun ,that was giving off a faint glow through the clouds. A young girl was standing on the edge of one half of her broken, crumbling house. The other half was drifting away on the almost frozen and rumbling turrets of the sea. The wind howled and roared with rage in a deafening way. Snow was thrown in the sea ,flashes of white in the gloomy grey, tumbling away into the icy depths of the stone-cold water. The girl shrieked in fear. What would happen to her? Beneath her, the water was rising like a mountain, anger in the form of water, turbulent and unforgiving. The wind arose to push the already high waters to towering heights, which transformed into mountains of angry waves. The girl watched ,petrified, in the storm of ice as the cold air of winter sank deep into her skin like the venomous fangs of a serpent. She looked around desperately in the hope of finding a tool that could help her reach the other side of her house. However, she could see nothing but ice and water as far as the eye could see. She was stuck in a haze of snow. The wind whipped her in the face as she leaned forward, her vision was blinded by the blizzard. Ice was starting to fall into the sky-high waves. Enormous blocks of ice their edges as sharp as daggers were descending into the sea rising and falling like boats in the choppy waters. The girl looked at the ground and was horrified to see the ice beneath her crack into small pieces. Fear was etched in every line of her face as the ice began to shatter further and deeper into the ground. She barely moved a muscle afraid that the slightest movement would make the ground collapse. It was now covered in so many cracks it may have been draped in cobwebs. Suddenly, without warning, the ground gave way. The girl screamed but it was lost in the thunderous storm. She fell into the freezing sea and sank into the monstrous, impenetrable water sinking to the bottom like the rest of the ruins of her destroyed house.
A few years ago, my teacher set out homework where we had to look at a picture and write a story along with it about a girl whose house was destroyed. I know it's not my best piece of writing but to be fair I did write this a while ago.
