Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Thank you

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Wednesday, 16 November 2016

The Birds

There was a rustling in the tree up above. Then cheeping. A tiny neck poked out of the nest. And then innocent eyes took their first ever glimpse of the world. The boy watched the bird family. How happy they seemed. If he could only join them up in that nest.

A feather dropped from the nest. It fell slowly, like a bubble floating gently in the wind. The feather landed in the boy’s small hand.


Monday, 31 October 2016

Camp Recount

Screenshot 2016-10-31 at 12.11.23 PM.pngWe were soaking wet from the waterslide but we still dragged ourselves to the next activity. It was the one I had been looking forward to the most. I step into my harness and the parent helpers tightened the straps. It felt like I was putting on a big pair of pants, except they were a bit more tight than usual. The adult signaled for me to climb up the stairs. She hooked me onto the line and waited for the parent at the other end to be ready. When I was finally allowed to go, she unlatched the chain that stopped me from falling off. “When you’re ready,” she said. I looked down at the sight below. Little ant-like kids scuttled around the pond, screaming and shouting. Suddenly I felt butterflies in my tummy. The ground was very far down. I took a deep breath, and stepped off. I was zooming through the air, just like superman. In less than a few seconds I hit tyres with a ‘smack!’.

I felt relieved, but also pumped. I was ready for more.

Monday, 17 October 2016

...The Material Felt Like...


This is my latest 100 WC writing...

The bark is as rough as the concrete in town. The leaves are as soft as the wool on a sheep. And the twigs are a sharp as the arrow that pierces through the rabbit’s silky fur. It looks like a gigantic broccoli, with a brown trunk. Or sometimes a simple stick figure with no legs, and arms going everywhere. Birds tweet in the tree tops and critters crawl up the trunks. They grow from the dark brown soil in the ground up to the bright blue sky.

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

100 WC




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The honker went. Everyone was off… well, nearly everyone, another girl pushed me to the ground, before I had even taken a step.”Well what a start” I thought.  I didn’t know who she was, all I saw were her neon orange sneakers. A kind marshall helped me up. I started with a steady jog, and soon caught up with the other kids. Just as the finish line came into sight I heard a “thud”. One of the other girls had tripped and fallen. I took one glance back. I didn’t know who it was, all I caught of her were the neon orange sneakers she was wearing.

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

100 Word Challenge

The wind howled through the trees and rain crashed onto the tent’s roof. I snuggled up inside my sleeping bag listening to the fearsome storm. There was a rustle, and I sat bolt upright. I looked around, but it was only my brother, reaching for his comic. My watch flashed 9:00.
The tent flap unzipped, and mum stepped in.
“Hey kids,” she exclaimed, “come look at this.”
I pulled over my jacket, and eagerly stepped out of the tent.

The sight was perplexing. A million glowing fireflies illuminated the forest. It was if all the world’s light had come to this particular forest.