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Boston Bombings- Creating & Presenting Practise SAC
Imaginative writing- a poem or rap revealing the story of a survivor of a terrorist act A NIGHTMARE
I felt as if I was in a movie
Everything was so sudden
It was a nightmare
Events flashing before my eyes
But a blur
I couldn’t grasp what was happening
Grazing on my knees from falling
Blood stained faces
Bodies cut and fragmented limbs
So much pain I felt nothing
My wife
My daughters
Laughter and memories
Slowly fading away
Gasping for breath
A man grabbed hold of my arm
I felt his strong clench
I had hope
My mind was slowly drifting
My everything
Turned to nothing
He took me

Written Explanation
I chose to address this prompt in an imaginative form as I was inspired by the story of the child and man that lost their lives in the Boston Bombings. This event had a strong impact on me and my awareness that bad things do happen to good people. My imaginative piece was written as a poem by the man who died in the bombings. I wrote this poem in the first person and in current tense to convey a sense of pain and suffering in this dying process he experienced and had to go through. This poem is aimed at the horrible people who did this and they should know what they did and how it affected people. It also could help society realise how bad this event was and how because of the actions of cruel people occurrences like these do happen. Now because of these heartless souls someone else’s life will never be the same. Because of these actions someone is now missing a son, a brother, a grandson, a husband and a friend that they can never get back or see again. My purpose of this piece was to move the audience and to educate the people about the experiences of this treacherous event. I decided to discuss the process and the emotions of what the man was going through after the bomb had hit. I said ‘events flashing before my eyes’ to make that connection to the myth that when you die you see your whole...
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