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Friday 29 November 2013

Bethan has been writing a short story.....

Death lurked
Death lurked in every doorway with hell at one dark window. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him…
The air turned black all around me, icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness.  Closer and closer it came. I blacked out…
Am I in heaven? What happened to me? The lights flicked, and there he was! Me handcuffed to the chair. Stuck. A scream shattered the silence.

Then it stopped.


Thursday 21 November 2013

Alfie's 100 Word Challenge Week #12

I ventured through the maze of palm trees, scavenging for food like the many other families affected by the typhoon, I held my hands out in front of me, pushing my way through the leaves when I tripped and fell.  Feeling sand on my face, I knew I was back at the beach. I pulled myself up, noticing a grass-green bottle on the shore, half buried with rocks and sand.




I picked it up and saw a soggy old letter inside, it read:


To whom it may concern, 
We've heard the dreadful news about the hurricane and we are sending first aid helicopters and a saviour ship, both with precious cargo containing food and water.  They'll be here soon.
Yours sincerely, 
Your saviour. 

Gaby's 100 Word Challenge Week #12

Dear receiver,
If you find this letter you are in luck. You still have hope just keep on going. I know you can do it because I believe in you and if you believe anything is possible. Keep searching for food and water. Don't give up on yourself. The kind people of Britain are trying to help you servive. People are making fundraisers to raise money for you to have shelter, food and water. I am making friendship bracelets and selling them to raise money to help you.

 There is a ship coming from Britain with food on it and this ship will help the sick and injured to get better It will give you shelter and warmth.

 Yours faithfully,
 Gabrielle


Wednesday 6 November 2013

Beth's 100 Word Challenge - Week #10

The large, vicious truck charged at me in an angry motion. I stepped back even further then I slipped and fell into the water. Black!


As I slowly regained conciousness, I realised I had almost drowned, I swiftly swam to the top of the water.  I took as many breaths as I could manage whilst I swam over to safety.  I stumbled out, clinging to the side as I choked on the large amount of water that swam around in my mouth. I collapsed onto my back gasping for air.  I couldn’t bring myself to stand, I was too weak!

Ella's 100 Word challenge - Week #10

There were muddy, messy, old boots sticking out from the reflective water.  I stepped forward to peer closer into the small pond.  My heart pounded loudly when I saw the pond was small and shallow but I saw legs in the boots.  There was a size on the soul of the shoe, size nine.  I thought of who I new that had size nine shoes.  No, can’t think of anyone.

There was lots of people here now: they thought I did it but I didn’t.  Someone called the ambulance….

Everyone gasped as the paramedics pulled the old man out of the water. His hair was straggly and grey. His clothes looked old and ruined.  My Grandad.