Roanoke Colony Creative Writing

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"Don't look down. Don't look down. Just don't look down, " I whisper to myself in a semi-calm, but mostly panicked manner as I climb down the red satin silk curtain attached to my windowsill. I tilt my head and gaze up at the glistening stars above, trying to advert my sight from the ground thirty feet below my black leather boots. The chilling night wind rushes through the air, and cuts sharply across my skin, leaving a cold sting in my fingertips, making it harder to hold on. The curtain beneath me sways and shifts as I inch my way down. “Almost there,” I tell myself through clenched teeth. Relief washes over me as the soles of my boots delicately place themselves on the stone ground below my bedroom window. Swiftly, I take off into the night and rush through the small English town where I reside. Houses and shops blur around me as I make my way …show more content…

Englishmen filed off of the vessel and came searching for the colony they had left behind. Roanoke colony was a sight to be seen. The shelters were falling apart and overgrown, and ceramics and supplies had been broken and strewn across the colony. But above all, the colony was desolate. Not a soul was to be seen… except for one. Underneath a tree bearing the word “CROATOAN” sat a young girl. Her eyes were like waterfalls as tears cascaded down her raggad cheeks, landing on the cold ground beneath her. An Englishman approached her cautiously, not quite knowing what to make of her or the sign under which she sat. “Miss,” he called out, “who are you?” The sobbing girl looked up at the Englishman before her. “Charity,” she choked out, struggling to speak through her tears, “Charity Hemlock.” “Charity,” the man replied softly, crouching down to meet her eye, “what happened here?” “They left me,” A new wave of tears streamed down the girl’s face, “They left me to

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