My goal was to write a narrative based around a true event (the first fleet of ships to Australia) to give people an idea of what it was like to be alive at that time.
Is it a land full of desert or a land full of rain forests? I don’t know! No-one ever told me what Botany Bay would be like, they only bellowed “7 years transportation!” and now they’re sending me to the other side of the whole wide world! I collapse onto the orange floor of the ship, ranting some more in my head: It’s disgusting here! I did nothing wrong! There could be crocodiles there to eat me! I try and go back to sleep but there is no doubt about the fact that I am caught within a monstrous storm, but that’s just life for someone like me.
My goal is to write something that younger audiences will find funny and entertaining buy using the kind of concepts which those audiences can enjoy.
“I’m hungry mum!” I wait for a response probably like breakfast was 4 seconds a go!but the only thing I can hear is the sound of my stomach rumbling. I run towards the fridge but the only thing I see is Brussels sprouts! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! “I see you have found the food your little sister ate the rest of it. That’s what you get for teasing her. Go on, eat it!” My sister says in a weird voice.
“I just couldn’t eat something so yucky! Hang on… That’s not mum! MIA! I’m going to get you for this!” I yell just as lightning cracks from outside…
My goal was to include something that people might relate to like have stuff fall on top of you when you open a cupboard!
“I’m bored, Abbey.” Complained Emma.
“Me too. I might see what I can find in the cupboard,” The cupboard door creaked as mountains of games and fun things to do came tumbling down on top of her but something caught her eye. That’s it, Slime! She thought. Abbey scrambled to the top of the pile and poked her head up for air. “What are you doing Emma?”
“Playing with the Mutant Blob of Fun.”
“But we’ve never had slime in the – ” Before Abbey could finish she suddenly realized there was slime EVERYWHERE! The slime dripped through the floor and ceiling above her, straight onto her head. “Yeah. Very funny Emma…”
My goal was to have a 100 word challenge that continued from the previous one I did last week like a series.
My head was spinning around and around, weaker and weaker, dizzier and dizzier. “Make it stop!” I declared, “NOW!” Everyone looked at like me like stupid, useless, robotic clones of me! I punched the brick walls so hard I was certain I broke all my knuckles in four places. My hand hurt so much I didn’t realize there was a crack in the wall “How do I get out of this jail for of me!” They shrugged and smirked so I kept punching the wall but I couldn’t help thinking that having everyone the same as me is just annoying. (Except for the real me, I’m never annoying!).
“I look what I made, don’t try it but it’s something incredible, truly spectacular! The one, the only-“
“Yeah, yeah it’s a wall you can walk through and come out the other end. It has NO USE!” I declared, sick of it. I stormed through the dumb wall, hoping to get a gasp from the crowd but my ears were filled. With my own scream. THUD. I fell on to a hard, cold, floor and I sulked some more. The silence was killing me, “Will someone say something, anyone?” I waited for my echo to come back to me but it didn’t. “Yes I will speak, me, myself and I.”
My goal was to show one of my characters had a strong and important voice in the story to make it more interesting.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously Abbey was always shy and quiet but was always in a group but something was wrong.
“Looking at this,” She said alone and cold. She stared it for a while and I was bored.
“What is it?”
“It’s a flower but it reminds me of the time we…blah, blah, blah…” Was all I heard. I sat down and closed my eyes and wondered when the she would stop. My head was spinning around and around, sicker by the second. I laid down now unable to control my own self. how can something so tiny cause another silent victim yet to be seen…
The clowns trumpeted and the acrobats went flying. The elephants were crying and I thought “well, what a start”. I heard a strange noise from outside of the tent it, sounded like a trumpet that was so strange I had to check my sillometre it was on overboard mode. I looked outside and I saw no ground, the tent, above air, was flying around! I felt terrible, was it ever going to end? No, it just can’t descend! I didn’t know if it was the howl of the wind or the cry of the passengers on board but the show could defiantly not be over yet…
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My goal was to have a happy start and a not as good ending because normally in stories it’s the other way around.
This flamingo was black, it was extraordinary and- “Hey! I’m trying to look at this flamingo! Stop poking me!”
“Look at the Meerkats! They’re underneath the ground!”
“What is that? It’s like a… Hole.” I stared into a deep hole. Escape to me… Escape to me… “Dad? Do you hear that? Dad? DAD!?” I panicked the hole grew bigger and bigger and the strange voice grew louder and louder. Escape to me… Escape to me… I fell down the hole! THUD. I looked around it was the same flamingo I was looking at before. My lord, I brought you tacos…
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Goal: My goal is to use all of the prompt words at the beginning.
Alongside Madam Pink Unicorn with Sparkles and Rainbows, there was a unicorn with rainbows and sparkles. It was pink, it was nice, but most of all it was fluffy. The unicorn decided it was time to go back to her house in Sparkleville. So later that night she flew back there but the Madam wanted to follow her. Normally her mum and dad would do absolutely ANYTHING for her so it was quite a shock for her parents to simply say “but how would I know how to get there…”. Madam Pink Unicorn with Sparkles and Rainbows from then on respected her parents until she saw the mermaid…
Goal: My goal was to write a 100wc for a much younger audience and have a similarity to another 100wc (#16).