100 WC – A carousel with no horses

The fair smelt of cotton candy and every food you could think of deep fried.  The rides looked old and broken, which is why Dina didn’t want her child anywhere near them. Dina picked up Hailey and tried to walk away from the fair. Unfortunately for her, Hailey saw something. The carousel looked haunted. All the colour was drained from it. It looked broken and destroyed, especially because there were no horses. Hailey cried and cried, staring at the awful machine which was being run by a man with more tattoos than skin on his body. A carousel with no horses? Dina held Hailey tight and walked away from the fair.

The picture isn’t really like the story, but I wanted it to be different than everyone elses, and I thought it was close enough. Maybe, if I had more room to expand, I could of had it to do with the picture. For now, you can assume this is the child’s imagination.

100 WC – Art project

Max stared at his sculpture proudly. Fragile newspaper and glue made hands holding up a hamburger, barely helping it stand up. The art teacher raised an eyebrow.

“Did you make this Max?”

“Yes!” He replied a little too quickly.

The art teacher gently touched the sculpture. Within a matter of seconds it came crashing down, off the table. The newspaper and glue flopped onto the floor, leaving a gooey mess. The hamburger on the other hand smashed into a million pieces

From the pile of smashed clay, the teacher spotted something. A price tag on one of the pieces of the hamburger.

 

My goal this 100 WC was too use 3rd person.

 

100 WC – WIDE, ORANGE, CROCODILE, WITHIN, COLLAPSED

I collapse on the ground exhausted. Regret spreads within me. Why did I think I could run in this race without giving up? I stare at the orange track, as I get up and walk away, avoiding my family who are probably watching me with wide angry eyes.  My Mother will be shaking her head disappointed. My Dad might be shaking his fist, and my little brother Toby could be playing with his stuffed crocodile, oblivious to my defeat. I keep walking, staring at the long track. People run past me with their arms up. They’ve finished all their laps. I still have two more to go.

100 WC – the slime dripped through

My goal for this 100 WC is to make it creepy and leave you wanting more. I want to do this by using 2nd person (We did this, We did that) and making the reader wonder who is talking.

We watch as Ellie walks through the attic, her feet make the floorboards creak, and she jumps. It’s pitch black for her, she can’t see a thing. We laugh to ourselves silently. Her eyes are wide and she keeps looking straight at us, crouched on the floor but doesn’t see a thing. Nobody ever sees a thing. The slime drips through the ceiling. We hear the creature above start to move towards her. She screams and tries to run away towards the window. We can’t keep it in! We start laughing. The human pushes the window, with the last of her strength, but she can’t. Goodbye Ellie…

100 WC – ..but how can something so tiny …

I held the stem of the flower in my pinched fingers, and looked at it in awe. The red petals shot outwards from the middle of the flower and then curved inward, giving it a strange look. I compared the flower to my thumb, it was only slightly bigger. Looking at it gave me a strange feeling that I couldn’t quite understand. I guess you could say it made me wonder how something so tiny could be so beautiful. How something so small and usually unnoticed in a field of large colourful flowers could make such an impact on me.

100 WC – So that is why I am always last.

“So the reason that I’m always last to class is because my sister takes forever in the morning to get ready.” I say to my teacher. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Not good enough,” He snaps, crossing his arms and putting all his weight on his left leg like he had so many more important things to be listening to than my story. His breath reeks of coffee.

“She takes two hours – two full hours, just to do her hair. Her hair!” I moan to him.

“So?” He asks.

“So that’s why I’m always last to class…”

100 WC Term 4 #1

The material felt like smooth wood in my shaking hand as I gently held the wand. I twisted it around my sweaty fingers. I felt as if so much power lay in my hands.

“Now we need to test if it works.” Said Peter quietly. “Give it a little flick and whisper the words ‘blue light’.”

I did as he told me and a light shone from the tip of the wand as a light blue. The light quickly vanished creating a strange silence in the room.

“You’ll get used to spells.” Peter whispered. “It just might take some time.”

My goal for this 100 word challenge was to set a clear picture in the readers head of what was happening.

100 WC #8 Term 3

We stepped on to the stage. My heart started to beat faster. I took a deep breath and said my first line of the play.

“Hello Fred and Angelica, how are you today.”

We all looked at Fred. He stared back with a horrified look on his face. “Well what a start.” I thought. “Way to ruin what we have been preparing for for months.”

“Hey Susie.” She says jumping in for him.

After the play we all meet up.

“Fred….” I say.

“You forgot all of your lines!” Angelica says.

 

100 WC #4 Term 3

We slowly walked along the dirt path leading to the Flamingo exhibit at the zoo, the sun beating down on us. My brother walked by my side constantly annoying me as per usual. He repeatedly poked me on the arm causing me to yell at him.

“It is so extraordinary how annoying you can be!”

His face looked so innocent underneath is mop of black hair. I glared at him and then walked ahead towards the Flamingo exhibit hoping that my brother wouldn’t follow me.

He walked towards me again, that cheeky grin on his face once again.

“Just leave me alone!” I yelled.

100 WC #3 Term 3

“I am very frustrated Fish.” I say my servant scowling. His hair sticks up in spikes damp with sweat.

“But master…” Hey says trembling. “How would I have known that the victim would have run away when I tried to kidnap them?”

I shake my head, embarrassed that my servant could of let this happen.

“Fish…” I sigh. “I honestly have no words.”

He puts his head in his hands still shaking, tears leaking down his face.

I stare at Fish. His face is as white as snow. His eyes were puffy and bulging.

“Off to the dungeon with you.”

My goal for this 100 WC is to write from the villain’s point of view, and try to use the logic that villains use, based off of how I see them in movies and on TV. I would also like to try and give my own kind of twist to how villains think since stories and movies are always told by the hero.