Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…country life…
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…country life…
Everybody screaming,
Very frightened
A strange feeling of sadness
Carefully boarding the train
Uncertainty all around,
Afraid and unsure
Teddies taken
Identity cards pinned.
On our way to a different place
No one knowing what’s happening next
I am frightened
So many strange things
And confused people
Hot and sticky
Oh ,but the views!
Real life countryside
Rare fresh air
I am enjoying it
But mother isn’t here, nor anyone I know
Life will be different now
Evacuee
The steam billows
Horn honks
I don’t know what is going on
Not until
Great London is out of sight.
I love this acrostic-style response!
As the cows grazed in their fields, I looked longingly out of my window. I really wanted to go and stretch my legs but Father wouldn’t have it. I needed to work for our farm and build the Anderson shelter. I crept downstairs and realised Gather was still asleep. I quickly got dressed and raced outside for a walk. As usual, the animals were grazing and Susie, our prize chicken, was healthy and running around. Though what was unusual was that Dad’s coat and shoes were gone.
“And where do you think you are going?” said a recognisable voice from behind me. I spun around and to my horror, Father was holding a belt and holding me in place with a menacing look.
The train took an hour to get to the country – which was fast for these trains. After all, I had only just started recovering from a bomb landing on the previous train station whilst the train was still in it. I was picked up by an aristocratic woman called Ms Smarks. She took me to an old manor with a massive door. She opened it and with a bossy voice called ,”Go to the 2nd room of the 3rd floor and above all, DON`T TOUCH ANYTHING!!”. I took my heavy bags up there and thought about my new country life.
p.s the original 100 word challenge of this topic ‘the planes flew in’ was a background to all the events in this series. Stay tuned for more!!!!!
I love living in London, in a huge city, full of noise, shops, people, movement, tube trains, buses, cars, smells (some pleasant, some not!). Sometimes it feels too busy, too noisy in the city and I just want to retreat to my house, where it’s quiet and still. But I definitely prefer London life to country life. I’ve stayed in the countryside on more than one occasion and I was not keen! It is way too quiet, there’s very little going on and there’s always a smell of animal poo lingering in the air. Give me city life every time!
The countryside is no more, all living humans are now badgers digging holes leaving way to monsters say the rumour. It was a shock in the dark to hear a flock of birds, I mean birds! Vultures came in, taking all the building blocks of England by bombing it all, damn those Nazis. Once lush green to a waste land the country side became not just that but also a death ground. Days go and grow as boredom clinks around us. I heard there was a light out there but that was the metal buckle on my jacket.
Sometimes advertising can stick in people’s memories for a long time. Like the song for the butter called Country Life. When I mentioned Country Life to my dad he remembered the words. “It’s Country Life, It’s English too, from the cows to the dairy, from the dairy down to you, you will never put a better bit of butter on your knife, so spread it on your toast in the morning!”. I do not think he has ever bought Country Life butter, but it is really good advertising if he can still remember the song many years later.
As the massive train chugged through the small villages, it hooted and stopped. I knew it was my village. I walked out of the huge train to see a old woman say, “Come on!” to all the boys and girls around me. She walked us all around the village and I got left with my aunt like my mum said would happen. It was me, dad, mum, Michael ,Jesse, Joe and Molly. We were in the beautiful country it was beautiful air, trees, house but the best was beautiful food.
Lots of children were evacuated to the countryside during the war because the Germans would target the cities so fewer bombs will fall in the countryside. There the children would have to learn country life. Many had not seen animals like cows and sheep and could have been scared by them. Most had never worked so hard cleaning out pens, feeding animals and planting crops. Some children had great experiences and liked it in the countryside. After the war the children went back to their homes but some would have been bombed and a few would have no parents.
Today was another typical, boring day in the children-deserted country, where there are no kids to play with or any good and exciting things happening. Today, Mum got very angry with me for saying this all the time, so she said, “Stop! I have had enough of your complaining! London has streets of bloodthirsty criminals and destructive bombs drop all the time.” I nodded and walked away. Then later, a strange looking woman knocked on our battered door. When Mum tiredly answered, the woman said, “Here are your evacuees,” then left quickly like she wanted the children off her hands…
just to make this clear it is a story and it is probably fun in the countryside!
No, no no no! I do not like it here at all, they all say this is the country life but really it’s not. I just want to go home with mum and dad just all on the sofa, snuggled up. Its really weird you know like they have these attacking white with black spots things that are called cows and all day they are saying, ‘Moooooooo.’ I know I’m moaning but I just really want go home, the houses are different, the beds are different the whole countryside is different! Mum , dad are you listening? If you are please help me, I really really want go home. Pray for me.
Chugging, lugging
The train tracks are tugging,
The children are bugging
The parents are hugging
The rolling hills pass by
A couple of children try not to cry
Everyone here is rather shy
But the countryside is coming
The countryside is green
In the countryside you’re allowed to be seen
The countryside is always good
If I could always be in the countryside I would
I got to the countryside everything was great
I got to the countryside there was no hate
I got to the countryside everything was fun
I got to the countryside we’d play in the sun.
Dearest Mama,
Life in the country is so different to that of the city. I miss you and Papa dearly. I received your letter about Papa having to join up this morning. It broke my heart thinking that my gentle Papa would have to wield a gun. I am staying with a lovely family and I am starting to feel at home. Since hearing the news, me and my new friend and adoptive sister Rose have joined a Red Cross knitting group! Together we’ve knitted six balaclavas and two scarves to be sent to the front line.
Missing you,
Alexandra x
Chugga chugga chugga
As the children cry it makes me want to jump of the train.
Chugga, chugga
As the train moves it picks up pace and the parents wave and cry. I hate the Germans, they keep me and my family apart from us
Chugga,chugga
As we pass a dark tunnel, bye bye city and hello country side.
I am going to have a country life, I hope the Britons win the war. I cross my fingers to wish my parents are Ok.
Chugga, chugga
We come off the train and we see an officer who guides me to my new parents.
COUNTRY LIFE
SCENE 6 EXT.
Camera pans over a vast country land swiftly and slowly zooms on a small cottage and as we watch, a 16 year old boy comes out, closes the door quietly. It is still early and the birds are singing.
Len sniffs the air and looks around. The camera focuses on a slight movement in the bush. Rustle.
LEN: (snarls) Rabbit.
Len swiftly pulls out his gun and fires. As he moves towards the bush, the birds begin to sing again. He reaches into the bush and pulls out a small baby rabbit by the ears.
Caring for sheep
Caring for cows
Hearing the fox prancing around
Seeing the valleys
Seeing the meadow
Up ahead a farmer bellows
Hearing the owl
Hearing the hoot
The foot print of a muddy boot
Smelling the crops
Smelling the waste
Walking across the fields with haste
Touching the gate
Touching the mare
Grooming down his wire like hair
Tasting the bread
Tasting the butter
Anticipating what I’ll eat for supper
The farm life is the life I love
The life I live
The air I breathe
The love I feel passionately
The farm life is the life for me!