… ‘Which way to the shops?’ it panted …
Is our prompt for this week, before writing we are being asked to consider:
Let’s get it going and see what wonderful things we are able to create this week!
One day, a man called Mr chips was going to a historical place in outer Wales. Once he got there, he saw how amazing it was and wanted to stay there forever. All of a sudden, the sky turned dark and the air turned silent. Mr chip regretted ever coming here. He could hear somebody moving around him.. It was getting closer. Mr Chip thought that this might be his last day on earth. The creature came up to Mr Chip and said.”Who lives in a apple under a tree?”He replied with?”Bob sponge triangle pants!!”It was his favourite cartoon character!
There was a flash of light, then, darkness. It had begun.
The marvellous, red, velvet curtains swayed gracefully to the side. The luxurious golden frame making its way around the outside of the curtains. The soft lights flickered on and off, twirling around the glamorous room, and landed on a figure in the middle of a stage, posing dramatically. A booming voice bellowed, “To be or not to be, that, is the question!” The audience gasped, as they remained glued to their seats in anticipation.
A thunderous round of applause rang out, and the plush curtains fell back into place.
Really looking forward to this one, we are back with a sentence and it gives me very fictional, magical/spacey vibes. Let’s see what #ClassOfMrP come up with this week:
‘…A flash of light, then, darkness…’
After days and days of rowing my oar broke just like me. I miss my parents. The last time I saw them was when a letter was sent out to all citizens, a new rule occurred all children were sent on a boat to an unknown destination. I was frightened. I suddenly felt wistful. It was a hard war in Downtown village. After days of rowing, I saw an island glowing as it was luring me in. When I arrived all I saw was mushrooms. A wrinkled old lady was sitting on a bench; she quietly whispered to me “you are not safe.”
I live on Madagascar island; in the village of Crouton. My whole life I have been dreaming to touch sail out on a little wooden boat and find more islands. “One day,” I always tell myself “I will find an island” But Crouton’s rule is the opposite. I will always be wistful for the ocean.“Myla, we need mushrooms for the salad dear, please find some” Mother called me down. All I found were wrinkled ones, usually those taste the best. I was on my way back home when I found a washed out oar. Someone was out there
This week’s challenge is TOUGH! We have been asked to use the following words in our 100 word submission:
…Oar, Rule, Mushroom, Wistful, Wrinkled…
these can be anywhere in our writing! Can’t wait to see how ClassOfMrP go about this task!
“Owwwww,” I groaned. “Wait what the…”, I twirled around, startled. I was in a….jail cell? “N-No, that can’t be right, i-it must be a dream, I did nothing!”, I thought. A man walked in; a deep glare set upon his face. “What do you want?” I said. He did nothing. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the room; I felt faint. When I woke up, I was in a medium-sized tent. I could smell the damp air and overheard various animals. Where was I? What just happened? The man was still there, staring. Finally, after a few minutes, he spoke, “Get up, your Majesty”
The hall is empty. The servants and maids are nowhere to be seen. The picture frames hang, slanted. The faces look down on me. My ancestors. The people I was supposed to inherit this land from; but there was a dilemma. This ‘’problem’’ had started when the mansions’ master went missing. It’s rumored that he visited number 29 – the house across the street. Ugh. My bones shiver just talking about it. For 29 is the house where the old stable owners’ daughter died in the fire.
What goes on at Number 29? Where did the gate & the rest of the fence go? The house, gone. Nothing but grass. A year ago, the house had a happy family and suddenly disappeared into thin air. No one saw or heard anything except a boy; he died the day after he saw the house go, never to be seen again. Then one day a girl went to the gate, she wondered what had happened to it and the house; she began to explore. She saw a bright red necklace, which she hesitantly, picked up. There was a red lock and when she opened it a bright black light came out, she cried for help but nothing came out. There she went, in the necklace, along with the boy crying for help.