100wc- week 9 term 4

Prompt:   but they were exhausted

She knew they had to leave, they had only just escaped from the last encounter and she didn’t want to risk it again. They were dangerous people and she knew what they were capable of. She tried to get all the others up but they were exhausted. She said they were allies but she had to survive. She fled. She heard gunshots and screams in the distance and tears flooded her eyes. She had let them down and let them die. Her legs gave out. She collapsed at a small pond and lay there, motionless, praying they couldn’t find her. They didn’t and she was crowned the winner, hero. She didn’t feel like one though. She won because she killed, manipulated and let down her competition and friends. How is that a winner?

100WC- Week8 Term 4

Prompt: we seemed to be on the television

A few people think we’re crazy. We’re not. It was real. The world was in serious danger. Why did no one believe us? We knew what we were talking about. We weren’t physcopaths. In any hour now a meteor would hit earth. Its was a fact but we seemed to be on the television with the headlines ‘idiots claim the world will end.’

100WC- Week 6 Term 4

        Prompt:     Bricks                     gorilla                     yellow                      running                      pretty

Bricks, gorillas, yellow things, running, pretty girls. These were all the things Derik Thompson was scared of. Actually scared is an understatement. He was petrified of them. Bricks could fall on you at any moment, gorillas could go crazy if they had not had their bananas, bananas are yellow, running wasted so much energy and pretty girls were just so hard to talk to. He was judged a lot for those fears. Especially yellow things. He stayed inside for one week because the sun was too bright. Derik Thompson was a coward. A big coward scared of bricks, gorillas, yellow things, running and pretty girls.

100WC- Term 4 Week 4

GOAL: My 100wc goal for this week was not tell a story but more lay it out like a lecture or speech.

 

Sometimes we describe life as unfair. It is unfair a lot of the time like when you desperately want a new t-shirt for your birthday but you get a pink frilly dress. Like when you ask your mum if she can get you something from the shops but she says no and then you say why and she says because I said so. Because is just an innocent, little, 7 letter word but it can have so much power over a conversation.

100WC Week 7

Stairs   river   pink   cooked   nervous

 

I remember the last text message conversation I had with my best friend. Sad is the only way to describe it. I said hi, she said bye. I wondered why and then called her. I asked her what was going on. She said she was nervous. I asked why and then she said she was at pink river, the only river in town. I walked down my stairs and cooked myself a fritter still talking to her. She eventually said bye. The line went dead. I called her again, voicemail. Again, voicmail. Again, voicmail. I knew what had happened. Pink river was known for it. It hard currents were hard to beat. My best friend has gone. Forever.

100wc- Term 3 Week 5

 

She hated me. She HATED me. I bet you’re wondering why. Let me tell you; Friday. My  favourite day of the week. Well not anymore. My and Ellie, we were best friends. We did everything together. We went to the ice-cream shop together, did homework together, watched T.V. together, we even read together. I hate fights. So I now hate Fridays. She just ignored all our history and in the blink of and eye ditched me. Just like that. And now I bet your wondering why she ditched me. And here’s why, no reason. I did nothing. Nothing at all. What did I do to deserve this. Nothing.

100WC- Week 4

   Prompt:…Flame   Ice   Lime   Regularly   Clock

 

As I stared at the clock, I couldn’t help but thinking “where is she.” She was regularly on time. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped the teddy bear tighter in my hand. Finally. She pulled up in the driveway.

I opened the door for her, she held the tiny flame in her hand. “Are you ready for this,” she asked.

“I sure am,” I replied and just like that, in a matter of seconds, my house was on fire. I smelt the burnt lime juice coming from the kitchen, I heard the sounds of my neighbors screaming and calling 000 saying I was an out of control child. I didn’t care. My heart was as cold as ice at that moment. I now regret it. Big time.

100wc- Term 3 Week 3

Prompt:

We’d been looking for ages, days in fact. Was it possible we’d found it or were we just hallucinating? I reached out to touch it, it was solid, real. “Guy’s, I’ve found,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this, I mean I’ve heard of runaway’s but this was extreme. We had been looking forward to the portal for years now. It was actually happening now. A group of 16-year-olds escaping the earth. I can’t believe I’m saying this but space here we come.

100WC- Term 2 Week 8

Prompt: however, she couldn’t believe what she had done
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. For Alison anyhow. For any other girl, it would have been an unbelievably extraordinary morning. Alison was the princess of Clodania. Her story of being there was quite incredible. She was part of a competition to see which lady of Clodania would win the prince’s heart. She was in the final two and unfortunately did something awful. She sabotaged the other girl’s chances by putting a whoopee cushion on her seat. The king and queen were astonished. Alison was so close to winning however, she couldn’t believe what she had done. She owned up and that was a winner for the prince, honesty. Long story short, the two lived happily ever after.

100 WC- Week 8

Prompt: Bridge  Sprinkled  Pink  Daffodil  Huge

As I approached the old, moss-covered bridge my body flooded with hope. Maybe he had changed this time, maybe he was different. My grandfather lived in a huge house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by tiny, delicate daffodil’s and sprinkled with white daisies. I slowly walked across the bridge, being careful not to fall through missing gaps in the narrow path. I saw a blurry pink shape at the end of the bridge. I felt excitement rush through my body as I sprinted towards it. It was him, my grandfather, with someone else, a real estate agent!