The horrifying, yet almost melodic hum of bombers could be heard from inside the shelter as young Seth, his sister, and mother huddled together silently. The whistle of falling ordinance was soon followed by muffled explosions and screams from outside. Two years from the start of the war and bombs still fell non-stop. "How many more people have to die from this?" Seth wondered as a nearby bomb shook the shelter, interrupting his thoughts. The bombers departed and all was silent outside except for the crackle of fires and raid sirens echoing throughout the streets. Seth and his family stood up, and left the shelter hand in hand to see what was left of their home.
Walking across the debris stridden backyard, they could see their home. A collapsed wall and black smoke billowing from the roof indicated a bomb had hit their home directly. Seth's mother collapsed onto her knees and began to weep into her hands. She looked towards Seth and began to speak when she was cut off by the crack of a gunshot. She looked towards where the sound came from and more shots began to fire off in the distance. Seth visibly flinched as an explosion went off and screams could be heard. His mother got up, grabbed him and his sister's hands and pulled them with her as she ran into the road and hastily began to walk in the opposite direction of the gunfire.
I like to write stuff. This is 2 paragraphs of a 6 paragraph story I wrote for my english class. I want opinions and criticism because I really want to become a better writer someday.