An AMAZING 100 Word Story

 

Black Hole

Silence. I rap against the cool, steel safe door. No one comes. I delicately chew on my stolen Snickers bar, savouring it in case I’m stuck here for a few days. Crouching in the enclosed space, a sliver of light penetrates through a small space at the bottom of the safe door. I can just make out another piece of paper with a massive black spot in the middle of the page. Shoving my Snickers bar into my pocket, I pick up the paper and glide my arm through the spot and it disappears again. I pull out my arm and hastily place the black hole on the inside of the safe door, I plunge my head through the hole and my body slithers back onto the hard, office floor. I’m free, not for long….

By Bianca.

The One and Only Ivan Continues …

We have got to a CRUCIAL part of the novel where Ivan has promised Ruby he will get her to a zoo. Will he succeed?? Here is a clip of the real Ivan that this novel was based on:

 

Why do you think Ivan has made such a big commitment to Ruby?

What aspect of Ivan’s personality is revealed by this promise?

Have you ever made a promise that was hard to keep? How did you go?

100 Word Challenge Week 3 Mady

Five, four, three, two, one. The gong sounded loud through the arena. I sprinted off my metal plate and headed for the jungle. My breathing too fast for my liking, I hid behind a large, green bush, watching the other tributes. Suddenly, I saw Finnick, eyeing the bush where I concealed myself. He started to head my way, but I was one step ahead of him and I was gone, into the dark, green jungle where I knew he couldn’t follow. I heard him call my name, “Katniss, Katniss” but I kept running. I really wanted to stop but I knew I couldn’t; my heart was beating incredibly fast… 

 

Congratulations to Mady whose 100WC made it to the showcase this fortnight! Visit www.100wc.net to see her name up in lights!

100 Word Challenge Week 3 Bess

My heart was beating incredibly fast. All I could think of was… RUN, RUN, RUN! The astronomical wave was plunged over me and I swirled out into the deep. The wave marched on devouring everything in its path, like a giant gobbling up its tea. I struggled for breath gasping and spluttering for air. I grabbed onto a lamp pole. Another wave shot out of the water and I went down. The lamp pole banged against my leg and I screeched out in pain. But only I could hear myself. Then the pole flew back. This time it hit my head. Then my world went black.

 

Congratulations to Mady whose 100WC made it to the showcase this fortnight! Visit www.100wc.net to see her name up in lights!

 

100 Word Challenge Week 3 Lachie G

The sparkling stars fill the night sky like angels falling from heaven. The tower standing tall and proud as I wave in the shadow of the fig tree, as the wind whistled past so silently, yet so stealthily. My heart was beating incredibly fast as I took a leap of faith, landing on the soft grass in silence. I gaze up at the one window above as it scrapes the sky with its height. I plant one hand on the castle walls, as I take a deep breath and start to climb, for I know this could be the last day for me on earth  

100 Word Stories

This week in writing, we have tried our hand at 100 word stories. We had to write only 100 words based on the prompt

But I wondered what I would do …

This has been a great task to help us focus on our choice of words and creating  mood in our writing. We voted on the top  pieces in our class. Here they are … we hope you enjoy them!

Emma:

But I wondered what I would do! I fell to the old splintery wood; a rusted nail tore my flesh. Tears swelled in my eyes, a throbbing lump wedged in my throat, enlarged. The words slipped round my mind “What would I do?”  I let out an ear piercing scream and covered the wide gash, trying to stop the blood pouring out. My head spun like a spinning top as I slowly wobbled to my feet. The fire place crackled and puffed wispy smoke into the crisp air. The flames licked up any dry wood like a cat drinking milk. I slid my hand up the ancient mantel piece. I knew what I must do.  

 Mady:

This was tricky. I jogged to the spot where she lay. Motionless. I gently put one shaky hand to her chest. Beatless. How was I going to save her? Suddenly, I reach for my back pack and take it from my back. Carefully, I lift her head and slide my pack under her. She doesn’t make a sound. Then I realise what I have to do. Slowly, I bend down and put my lips on hers. I blow some air into her mouth then push on her chest. Nothing. Wait, something! She starts breathing! She’s alive! But I wondered what I would do…

 Christian:

But I wondered what I would do. Then it came to me. Run. I ran as fast as possible knowing there was a T-Rex right on my tail. I jumped in to the jeep and slammed on the accelerator causing the jeep to go flying down the road towards safety. The next problem I had was the Spinosarous (which if you ask me stands for killing machine.) I stopped the car and got the dart gun lying in the back and loaded it. I jumped out of the car and pulled the trigger twice watching the mighty beast fall to the floor. At that moment I knew I was safe.    

What do you think of our 100 word stories? Where does you mind take you when you hear the phrase “But I wondered what I would do?”

 

Fire

With catastrophe, the blazing bushfire marches across the valley (LG). Homes set ablaze; lighting up the eerie, tainted sky. (PO). Advancing rapidly towards endangered homes and  residents, the fire uncontrollably swallows everything in its path and moves swiftly onwards. (BG). The fire creeps forward and licks burnt trees, run down houses and sweeps up all the dust like a tornado. (GH) Devastated families try to escape the destructive fire before they are swallowed by the fierce flames. (HRB). A hair-raising gust of wind passes, making the sizzling fire travel higher and higher up the sooty trees. (HB).The wind runs, swiftly though the forest.(LE) The carnage burns down everything in site. (LV) A gail force wind kicks up a wave of fire, provoking it to engulf the survivors. (LH) The  roaring fire bucks up like a horse in the blazing wind.(JM)  People can’t run from this!(BG) A parched tongue licks up its dessert. (BL) The fiery tongue curiously looks around for lively scraps to digest.(ZA) The fire climbs up trees burning what once was lush bush land(CS) With the burning fire becoming uncontrollable, the survivors sit with despair and stare at what used to be their homes and is now charcoal and ash.(WN)  Frantically, they search around trying to find any valuables that haven’t been hit.(HG) Residents watch in horror, as their homes and hope are lost. (GW) Devastation washes over everyone like a wave hitting the sand.(BH) Lives flash before their eyes with the horror of death.(KS) When all their dreams are burnt to cinders, the firemen pat citizens on the back. (KW) What  now? No home; no food. (MR) Lumps throb in their throats, their hearts snap in half and water swells in their stunned eyes.(EO) In despair, people stare into the wasteland that has consumed lives, homes and hope. (ED) As fewer flames dance and sizzle, locals shed tears in desperation for a place to call home.(CW) Tears tumble down the hopeless survivor’s cheeks, depression is written all over their faces as the final flame sizzles out. (EA) Crisp, black coal scolds the earth.(ZB)

OUR CLASS WROTE THIS PIECE AFTER WITNESSING AUSTRALIAN BUSH FIRES VIEWED ON YOUTUBE.  EACH STUDENT CONTRIBUTED ONE SENTENCE.  EACH STUDENT NEEDED TO REREAD THE TEXT TO MAKE SURE THEIR SENTENCE MADE SENSE.  WE HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE END RESULT.

WHY NOT GIVE RICH WRITING A GO!

 

Amazing Designers in 5/6 M and M

This term we are doing a novel study. Each student has selected a novel that appeals to him or her and we are going to use these novels throughout the term to find out about how writers work, the kind of devices they use in their texts and how to improve our own writing. The first task was to create a front cover in our literature books depicting the novel selected. Here are the best ones, as selected by the class and Mary. It was VERY hard to choose as there were so many wonderful illustrations. These are inspiring …

 

Anzac Day Snapshots

Our class  worked on rich writing after we had participated in an Anzac Day Prayer Service and looked at some of the Anzac information loaded on our blog. In snapshot writing, the goal is to make the reader feel like he/she is right in the moment of what is happening. The focus is on the senses – what can I see, smell, hear, taste and touch and how do these things make me feel. Here are some samples of our writing:

 

Suffering and Mateship                      8/7/1917

I see people leaping for cover as blood pours all over the dusty ground, the sounds of the enemy coming closer and closer. Suddenly, I hear an ear splitting cry! I spin around (one eye still on the enemy’s guns) and I see a fighter lying on the ground, holding his stomach. I sprint to the spot where he lays and fall to my knees at his side. I look around desperately at the surrounding chaos. I see the boat we arrived on. I pull and pull, yanking his arm over the rim and lie him down. I take off my shirt and wrap it around his wounds. “You’ll be alright, mate” And I know this is only the beginning!  

(by Mady)

Anzac Snapshot: Death and loss.

Here I stand on muddy ground with bodies and blood sprawled everywhere. Here I look, there have been so many lives lost and these bodies are no longer able to return to their loved ones. Here I ask myself, why did I ever come here? What’s the point of fighting when so many soldiers go to war and so few return. I never wanted to be a murderer and yet here I am, deeply regretting what I have done on the shores of Gallipoli.

(by Bianca)

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