Fire, Clock, Certanity - A writing exercise

Now I'm going to try a writing exercise that I've seen elsewhere. Basicaly you get given 3 words and you must write aas fast as you can for 5 mins. You must start with one of the 3 words, and use the other 2 in the 1st paragraph. The idea is not to stop and over-think it or self edit whilst writing it. Here's my effort:

Fire scorced the old houde. It licked the walls with red hot tounges, slimbed the walls, burnt paintings and photgraphs alike. It arched across the old wooden roof, eating away at the bracings holding up the wall. An old grandfather clock boomed out its ringing cry, it was midnight. Then it too caught fire, and burnt. It was falling apart, just like the building. There was one certanity, and that was that the building would fall. Would there be survivors? Would anyone care? These things oculd not be known for sure, but Abagail knew as she left the burning infurno that come tomorrow there would only be rubble in this spot, instead of the only home she had ever known.

She ran out into the cobbled streets, and cried out for help. She screamed to her neghbours, she ranted and reved. Running down the cobblestones in her nightgown, the silloette of a little girl ran from door to door, asking for anyone to help. Anyone. But no-one did. No-onw could care less about another orphan, begging on the streets. Times were hard, and Abagail's parent's weren't friendly with her neighbourhood. they weren't friendly with anyone now, their charred sketeltons lying against the door of their bedroom, where they had been locked in. No-one wanted to kill them; well, no-one anyone knew of anyway. They were new to the neighborhood, hadn't had the chance to make friends or enamies. No-one even knew their names, except little Abagail, running down the street, crying. Searching for help.