Chiara's Cool Coast

where the coast meets the sea of knowledge

November 20, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc “The cloaked Man”

He’s always somewhere,


ready to strike.


He’s always striking,


at a bad time.


He’s painful,


in the worst way.


He’s unfair,


but he comes anyway.


He’s a shock,


sometimes he’s not.


He gives clues,


they can be hard.


He’s dreaded,


for a good reason.


He’s feared,


those who can care.


He’s sneaky,


you’ll never see him.


He comes,


annoys forever more.


He’s confident,


always has his way.


He hits,


than you expect.


He’s a mystery,


you still know him.


His name,




November 14, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc “The leap of the cliff”

Willow smiled cheekily. “I know it’s dangerous but it’ll be fun!” Her friend Mia wasn’t keen. “But where would we hide it all?” Willow shouted, “Who cares!” Mia still tried to talk some sense into her. “There’s lots of bungee cord and we’re jumping off a cliff!” Willow thought for a second, “It’s a small cliff and you’re just scared!” Mia rolled her eyes, “Fine.” What could go wrong? Willow went first as usual. “Willow, be careful.” Everyone said to her so, of course, she jumped. CRACK!

They all gasped. “Willow! No…” But Willow sprung back up and yelled. “Ha! Ha! I just clapped my hands! It’s so fun! Mia’s next!”



October 30, 2017
by chiara2014
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100wc “I Wonder…”

I stared into the flame watching the hot patterns flicker before my eyes.  It was as if the fire were hypnotizing my mind to start swimming in the fire. The beauty obviously should be celebrated tomorrow or at least this week. No-one ever stops to think about it, and when they do they think really bad things about something so beautiful.My mind turned up the lane named “Memories” and decided to walk down there. There was Black Saturday but when’s White Saturday and what will it be like? We will never know. Then I snapped back into reality, It’s funny what you wonder when you’re told to do your homework…

October 24, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc “Trouble in the House”


Trouble in the House,

I thought only I was crammed,

but as the heavy door slammed,

I knew that I was wrong.


It was just snowballs that piled,

And stayed here for a while.

But I guessed they’d just melt.

 And again I was wrong.

I was drowning away,

and I still am today.

I know it should stop,

but my brain is still slop.


Nothing is working.

But I’m still trying.

Nothing is working.

But I’m still trying…


Trouble in the House,

I thought only I was crammed,

but as the heavy door slammed,

I knew that I was wrong.


October 18, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc “Help”

Big Freddy insisted he could see gold on the other side of the murky, disgusting creek and he wants me to be him bridge. I longed to yell, oh no I’m not!  But I couldn’t. “Hurry up!” Big Freddy yelled, “What are you waiting for, the end of the school year? 9 weeks idiot!” Before I could tell him it was 10 weeks I felt my head being dunked under the water. As if a ticking time bomb were inside me I began to panic. His massive feet pressed on mine just as I swam up for air… SPLASH! Big Freddy was never seen again.

October 11, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc “Riding a Bike”

My bike was speeding towards a bridge and I was losing control.

I reached for the hand brake but I slipped!

Then closer came the wooden pole.

I hate riding.

The wind that was roaring in my ears had stopped.

The wheels that were spinning around a lot had stopped.

The feeling of true joy though my veins had stopped.

I had crashed.

I felt like crying, “How could I miss that!”

I pictured my grandpa frowning my mishap.

Although not here I know what he’d say.

So I got up.

The wind was roaring in my ears.

The wheels were spinning around again.

I had finally had caught up to them.

I love riding.


September 12, 2017
by chiara2014
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100wc “The end”

The red sand burned my feet but I kept running. The main road was minutes away, so was the end. “Wait!” Someone yelled. I used to know them but in a minute I won’t. A rock had foiled my plans. I face planted. He grabbed at my every move, I thought I could escape him! “So, what lies ahead of you? Fool!” I couldn’t speak. Seconds away from the busy road I needed it all to end. I hurled myself closer… closer to the end… It was at my fingertips, water. The man ran as a police car went after him and I had found the end, of thirst.

September 4, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc #8 “The Search Begins…”

“30th October: I have finally found some footsteps of the strange creature! I will follow them tomorrow.” The rescue team went looking for a lost explorer called Olivia and that was the last entry in her diary. The rescue team followed a map they found despite the bitter cold and all kinds of fear. “Look James,” Bob shouted, “A shoe! I think it’s her’s!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Bob! BOB?” James’ heart was pounding but so was the monsters fist on his own chest. The roar was surprisingly familiar. Olivia ripped off the head off the costume. “Happy Halloween Fools!” She has never laughed so hard in her life.

August 30, 2017
by chiara2014
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100wc #7 “The storm.”

Emily laid there on her bed rummaging through her brain trying to find a trace of an idea. Nothing. She needed to think of something that would distract her from the storm. Yes! She thought. I have an idea! She tip-toed past into her room but the unthinkable had happened. “0%! NO!… The battery was flat!” Her mind was racing, what was she going to do? Then suddenly her mind went dark just like the gloomy weather outside. What if she read a book? No! Emily couldn’t bring herself to such a tragedy in life. So, for the first time in her life, she got a little thing called boredom.

August 22, 2017
by chiara2014

100wc #6 “Metaphorically”

“Today we will be learning about metaphors!” Cato raised his hand and pulled wierd faces. “Yes… Cato…” The teacher sighed. “Did you know that-” Cato started. “Yes Cato, we did know that Cato in latin is smart. Please just put your hand down… Metaphors are where you say something but the meaning isn’t literal. Mia,” The teacher shouted at Mia. “Describe something as a metaphor!” The teacher’s wicked finger was pointing yet again. Mia hates it when that happens. “Umm…” She thought. Mia had to think of something. “As it came rushing towards us, I tackled it and did it right!” Mia wished to herself that sometimes metaphors were real…

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