Creative Writing: The Giver

"Okay," said the Giver, "I'll give you the memory.' He placed his hands on Jonas' back. Suddenly, he heard a whistling sound and a loud bang. He was thrown up into the air and slammed hard onto the ground. He was surrounded by dust and falling pieces of dwellings. The horror was unimaginable, he was surrounded by bodies with faces contorted in terror. After he overcame the initial shock, he saw bodies lying on the street and feeble voices pleading ", Water, water." As he walked around, he noticed that not a single dwelling stood, every single one had been reduced to rubble. He looked towards his arm and noticed that it was immobilized by pain. As the dust started to dissipate, he saw people bending over limp bodies trying to bandage their wounds and feed them water, throwing their heads back in despair. He heard three planes in the sky zooming ahead. He thought they might have misread their navigational instructions like the plane that frightened the whole community, but they kept circling the ruins and then flew away. He couldn't bear the horror anymore and opened his eyes to be looking up at the Giver with horror in the Annex room. The Giver sat down calmly ", Tell me what you saw Jonas." Jonas was still staring shock at the Giver. No words could describe the horror he saw.
"I'll give you

He was walking on the street when he experienced the same whistle and then a loud bang. A strange mushroom rose where the once tall buildings were. Everyone was staring in shock at the growing cloud. There was chaos, complete chaos, everyone was screaming, running, wanting to know what to do and what this strange cloud was. The three planes once again zoomed away. He couldn't understand what they were doing, and why there was this cloud. The cloud crept over to where Jonas was standing, looking up in horror. He started coughing and fell to the ground, and everything went black. He opened his eyes and was staring at the Giver once