100 Word Challenge


Posted by dawso | Posted in 100 WC, homework | Posted on October 16, 2012

Hi Everyone,

The topic for the 1oo Word Challenge this week is, The temperature dropped suddenly… Here is mine…

The temperature dropped suddenly whilst we were having dinner together for the last time. We all felt the huge thud, which shot through the ground. We all heard the high-pitched screeching of an unknown creator. We all saw the ship land in our back yard carrying millions of what appeared to be… aliens. We all saw the ramp coming down to reveal the bunch of aliens, with there three fingers and one eye, not to mention the glow of the lime green coming from there skin. They looked angry. Suddenly we knew that the end had come and we were all to be sorry.




In the year 2050 we live on the planet Zork. Our planet is constantly moving closer and further away from the sun. The temperature dropped suddenly in our home, so I spoke to the electronic heater and told it to turn on. I teleported myself into my best friends house to have a movie day, with snuggly blankets and chocolate.  It started getting warmer, so I walked down to the goop (people from the 2000’s call a pool) I took a step in, my skin suddenly felt smooth, my favorite music started playing and the disco lights went crazy! 2050 is the best, heaps better than 2012.

Which one do you like better?


The 100 Word Challenge…


Posted by dawso | Posted in 100 WC, Fun, homework, Uncategorized | Posted on September 20, 2012


Well, my class and I have joined up to do the 100 Word Challenge. Each week we visit the blog and get a prompt. Last week I was to slow to enter it, although this week I’m not! The prompt for this week was.. we were just sitting down for dinner when…

So here is my 100 words exactly.

We were just sitting down for dinner when suddenly someone pounded on the front door. ‘I’ll get it,’ Dad sighed sounding very frustrated. The old, wooden door creaked open, slowly yet fierily. I heard a voice, which I recognized straight away, an angry voice. The beast started stomping down my hallway. It was Mrs. Wimple, the Head Mistress of my school. Her expression looked as if she was sucking on something, as sour as a lemon. Her eyes were narrow, she opened her mouth to speak, when her little black moustache started to twitch. ‘Thomas Peterson, you have been EXPELLED!’ 

Do you have a different one?


My Story Starter…


Posted by dawso | Posted in author, homework | Posted on September 20, 2012

Hi Everyone!
Yesterday I wrote a post about a Scary Story Starter that I had created. Well… Yesterday, a man called Mr Mannell commented on it. He is a retired teacher from NSW. He has created the perfect ending to my story! In red is my starter, and in blue is Mr Mannell’s finish! Here it is…

The misty woods were dark and gloomy. Long shadows danced upon whispering trees. Cicadas were signing their song in gentle whispers. Leaves were gently floating to the damp ground. It felt like millions of eyes were lurking around, watching my every move. Suddenly, everything stopped. The cicadas stopped singing, the leaves stopped falling and the shadows stopped dancing, A long, slow rumbling noise burst through the ground. I felt my heart pound louder and louder every time I took a breath.  I smelt smoke and I heard deep growling. Something wasn’t right and I knew it was because of me.


Had I summoned some demon from the depths? The growling deepened to a rumbling.
Was this to be my punishment for defying my parents? The ground trembled then shook.
Has the devil come to claim me? A craggy fissure opened issuing sulphurous fumes.
Breathing became a struggle as the yellow tinged vapour enveloped me. My mind told me to run but my legs refused.

My head throbbed in the putrid air as I wondered if I would soon draw my last breath. Movement from deep within the fissure trembled my legs. I sensed something approaching me from… from somewhere.
Darkness enveloped me. I thought…

My head swimming, I opened my eyes. The spinning room slowed. My eyes focused. My family smiled.
“W-w-where am I?” I whispered.
“You’re okay now,” my mother comforted. “You’re in hospital. You had a close call.”
“Th-the ground, it opened up.”
“An old coal mine had collapsed. It’s coal has been burning underground for years,” dad explained.
“But the smell..” I said as I fell asleep.

It took time to recover, time I used to find out more. It had indeed been a close call. Had it not been for a crew sent out to assess the scene, I wouldn’t have survived. The gases escaping from the old mine would have been fatal.
My only fault was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

From Mr Mannell: Like you, I also have a passion for writing whether stories, blogs or blog commenting. Form your scary story starter, I can see you have a gift for writing and I enjoy a challenge so I’ll offer a possible ending…

So, thank you very much to Mr Mannell for commenting on this! Another one will be up soon 🙂


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