Boom!

by m.s.wardrip

Finally, it is time for the firworks show to begin. The countdown! 10, 9, 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, BOOM!

A flurry of rockets shoot straight up! A volley of exposions of light and sound fill the night ar with a variety of flashes and era-deafening explosions. Now that ten seconds has subsided, the mellow and fuzzy fireworks start. They are like a thousand sparklers being tossed up in the air. Theye fizzle and then they fade. Immediately, the sparklers fall, leaving a loud cannon explosion with a flash of gunpowder as a report. The amazing thing is that they are so coordinated that they all begine and end together. It must be hundreds of packed chatges going off all in the same five send interval. What an amazing site this is to see! Yes, the smell of gunpowder is in the tnick night air. Imagine if youcan, a long riverbank lined with people and a warzone above with colorful bombs going off in unison. The next big round of blasts of colot come in the form of toman candles, only on a very large scale. This time they all start out on a lauch barge in the riber. The rockets stream into the night air, straight up, straight up to the clouds, where they are detonated and blossum in great color bombs. It looks like tons of smole will fall on us, but it never does. Moving on, the fast, tight, machine gun display excotes and awakes us all. It is loud and flasy, like amillion stobe light flashes happenoing. If you’ve ever seen a sky on fire, you know what I’m talking about. There are streamers of smole from the last fireworks going on when all of a sudden a dozen more huge blast gi up. The are launched and they travel fast reaching the clouds just in time to explode in to a rainbow of colours. HaHa! What fun! We are all standing in awe as the huge fireworks show gets notched up and takes off, firing a thousand rounds of incredible fireworks all at the same time. The display is magnigicent! We can pnly imagine what this must look like from space! It would be ike a waezone on the ground. It looks like everything is blowing up, but it’s not really. None of the sparks meet the ground. The light quickly fades, leaving only smoke and the smell of burnt, spent gunpowder in it’s wake. Yhe fireworks show is worth coming to see because it does something to a person. I think it ignites their soul and inspires you to look up and beyond. Celebration is another factor. When we thake something brethtaking and develop it, we are celbrating, without reservation. We are acknowledging and validating good feelings, which cultivate other good feelings. The show is absolutely mind-boggling! How do they get all this fire in the sky over people and no one gets hurt or burnt. That alone is amazing. I can’t imagine what a fireworks critic would say about this show, but when it ciomes to me and my input, may I say, this is the best in the business… the cream of the crop of fireworks companies. Their displays take the cake! The middle of the show is a steafy treat of all green to all red to all yellow light and combusting white bombs. Boom! Boom! Boom! I can’t get over how these blasts and colors are coming at us! This is a rich display. As far in every direction is fireworks consuming downtown. It is greatt and I want to play closer to the left and all the while keeping contact with the right. This is the weay we make progress. Look up. up onm yher sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no….. it’s a little yellow chicken animal with a rocket in his claws! He is bringing everything we celbrate freedom, prosperity, family loyablty and advancement from every direction. The minute we forget all that, is the minute that we watch the fireworks fizzle, not even going off good and proper. The next flurry of gunfire is high in the sky. Fast and deliberate, the bombs exchange echos. The ears are filled with burnt powder sounds… the eyes are burning from all the smoke. The smoke is a mixture of diesel fumes, campfire smoke, bawdy backroom bar smoke, fireworks in the fireworks shop and target practicing with flame throwers and mountains of M-80’s.

There was one blast I was not reaDY FOR. IT WAS THE BLAST THAT WENT OFF LAST, LONG AFTER ALL THE FIREWORKS WERE OVER FOR THE NIGHT. THE PURPLE SMOKE, THE RED AND GREEN CANOPY, THE FIERY SHOW, THE THIN AS AIR ENTERTAINMENT, THE EPISODE THAT DEF

P.S. This was a writing exercise. You had 15 minutes to write nonstop without editing at all.

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