Canadianheretage Stories

Historical Fiction I awoke in darkness to a deep rumbling sound like a train, curious I woke up Alfred, "Hey, do you hear that?" I asked while stepping onto the cold rumbling wooden floor, I looked out the window to see what looked like a wave of grey water flowing down Turtle Mountain towards the town; obviously my instincts were to panic. "Alfred, Look," I whispered in a frightened voice. This is written using Canadian spelling/grammar (examples- Colourful instead of Colorful) and I am welcome to suggestions on the story and how to make it better. If wanting to make books with same concept/same characters etc please contact me in private conversation