A Sixth Grader's almost final draft.

While Herculaneum heads were quietly dreaming, Mt. Vesuvius erupted violently over their helpless town in August of A.D. 79.  As dark billowing clouds of ash engulphed the town of Herculaneum, scorching sheets of lava spewed forth from the mouth of Vesuvius. Buildings, churches, and homes were knocked flat, like dominoes. Immense amounts of pumice rained down, like swords piercing the rugged land.

The volcano exploded abruptly as giant masses of sulfur enclosed the land around it.  Ash and gas blasted skyward with such force that the mountain roared.  Mt. Vesuvius shook as a glowing avalanche of flames poured down its steep slope.  Piercing bits of rock tumbled down Vesuvius quickly destroying anything in its path.

As the volcano hurled out chunks of sizzling boulders, the scorching flames overtook the village.  Roofs were split in two as the wind forcefully struck house and buildings. The town suddenly grew dark as the thick layer of smoke blocked out any trace of sunlight. Walls crumbled to piles of cinder as the beautiful town of Herculaneum was all destroyed.

As the scorching cinder and ash catapulted down on them, the people of Herculaneum screamed in horror.  They were imbedded in thick amounts of pumice, as the scrunched together in search of comfort.  Women huddled close to their children, trying to protect them from any kind of flying debris. Infants were horrified as they saw their family members being struck violently blistering rock. The villagers scurried everywhere trying to seek shelter. The volcano would not let them escape.