One morning I jumped in the water with my pod, all my family and friends were swimming out to get some breakfast. I slapped myself up on my rock and sat there watching my little brother he was just a seal pup. He splashed and swirled around in the water, as he just spinned around in circles. I was laughing hysterically. At that moment he was pulled into the depths of the water. I thought he was just playing a game, but after a few moments it wasn’t a game. I dived into the water as I saw a shadow.
In 1804 in the Streets of England a Young musician died. No one how this came to be. One cold, grim day a little girl Scarlet perched herself down by the Merri dale creek where she sang songs. But that day an old violin case flowed down the stream. She grabbed it and pulled it open. She saw what was inside on a soft, patterned cushion. Was a small little puppy called Daisy, she wasn’t annoying but cute and calm. Scarlet eyes watered in happiness after her family died, she didn’t have anyone, so this was a chance.
You know some people are just perfect, but I’m the total opposite from another galaxy. Because it’s school photo day and trust me everybody hates it, you sit down and give a cheesy smile. So my turn once someone spilt juice and another time foam. My turn it’s like stepping onto a podium. My bottom touches the seat softly I put my hands over my lap and smi… but I thought if I try to be bad then I might get it right. But the flash made me flicker and in the end I knocked the camera over and deleted the photos.
Prompt- the flash made me
Goal was to connect to the story we were reading in class.
I’ve got a happy life living on a farm away from noises and city lights. I have a little sister and twin brothers, four kids. I research flowers and plants, I also find bugs and insects and put them in jars. But every happy story never stays one. One day my father was grabbing all the vegetables and fruits, but he fell in mid-air. My family rushed towards him, I was shaking half to death. The ambulance came and picked him up. When he was back all of a sudden he was gone forever.
‘’ Why’d he have to leave us’’ I said silently in tears.
Prompt: when all of a sudden
I’m running free from laughing children who sit there bums on my body. My life goes round in a circle with no corners or turns not even a bend. All pretty and glam I look fit for riding but am I really just a toy. What if my life is a vivid unclear dream? Drawn to light which my mane shines in, dragged away from a life with one possibility. Eyes widened so a little imagination would set me free. If life as a statue is what you want I’m free for interview sessions, just for free and yes now.
I’m a weather journalist and if any crazy happens I faint but then I miss it. I love going round the world seeing what’s going to happen each day. I had crashed my plane a few months ago, I’m not sure why I thought I could fly a plane. It was like land were in every corner was a different season. I went to a lake and got some fresh water, THE WEATHER CHANGED DRAMATICALLY!! The snow was tumbling down the hill and the sun shone over, the snow pushed me strong and the sun bravely caused everything to melt.
Both 100 words
Well how amazing, how pressuring is it when there could be a life in danger, and you can’t see properly and the mother doesn’t know what’s happening? How old are you and where did you study? How did you get into it did someone show you or family did it or friends or did you watch a video? Do you ever get scared when you don’t have the equipment or tools and there is something wrong and you can’t do that much, and then you have to rush to hospital? Do you feel lonely away from your family?
Here’s how I interpret it,
In the dead of night sleeping, woken up by the ringing tone of the phone. You rush up fall and grab the phone with a tight grasp. You here there’s someone coming and people rush in with a woman on a stretcher. You look at her face and tell it’s going to be all right. Looking around finding what you have in store when you don’t have vital tools and equipment. You think in your brain using your knowledge and find what’s wrong you use only a stethoscope and see the problem. You say what’s wrong and bring them to satisfaction.
My goal is to be less descriptive.
I’ve been living in the outback and I’m a tale no legend as old as the dreamtime. I been surviving on what Mother Nature’s been giving me. I eat the animals that step in the red plains each morn. And I live out of grasses, leaves, bark and branches bundled over each other. But one day as I travelled down the pebbled track I walked down the current of where the water flowed each day and night. But it was empty and my skills were dying off. If animals died I couldn’t survive, wait the water kept gushing out, ‘’It’s back’’ I cried.
My goal was to do a poem, but a short sentence like a storybook at the end.
Lightning flashes and flickers like sparks of fireworks. It’s like a big light show festival but with danger and distress. It comes in different shapes and sizes and tries to attack the best. Lightning never comes without a friend, his good old mate thunder. In the flash of lightning I saw something like a shadow, in the dark and that’s what happens when lightning is around. Lightning and thunder are like subway without one ingredient it’s terrible out there. No colours colliding or songs to sing like poems. There’s only darkness like you’re trapped in a bubble, and you look back at what’s really the truth inside.
Prompt- In the flash of lightning I saw
My goal is to do it as the perspective of the hamburger, instead of a person or animal a food.
One day i was lying around a lonely bun with sesame seeds on top. As i could see in the burning, crisping frypan was the burger being flipped constantly, burn up till it’s just right. Then the cheese was being pulled out of processed, chemical added flavour packet, it had a cheesy grin, as it slipped around. And the tomato and lettuce were being chopped up, swirled in a machine and then freshly grated. Then it was time to mix everything into one, a delicious masterpiece, all different tastes and mixtures your taste buds would be nuts. But they hated us, and before being thrown out rotting for what seems like years we were snatched by these papery hands and children were messing around and we started to eat them up.