Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on your chosen prompt:
In the Jungle
How will you interpret this? Perhaps a poem about the majestic mountain gorillas? Or a factual account of deforestation?
I can’t wait to read them!
Miss
Today wasn’t something I would normally wake up to. I lifted my eyes tiredly but, my home looked different. In fact I didn’t have a home anymore. Trees had vanished, there were loud noises screeching in my ears. I awoke my son alongside my mate urgently. Unaware of the circumstance, we ran and ran and ran under our thumping hearts. We crossed rivers and hills. But, soon later I couldn’t find my son or my mate. Did I lose track? What had happened? Then I heard a loud metallic scrape. Then saw them. Dead. Trapped in a metal snare!
I love your use of short sentences for impact, Theo!
Twigs and branches cracked under our trembling feet. Who knew who would find us. It was getting dark, and the wind blew steadily through the trees. The stars and the moon weren’t enough to guide us through ‘The Jungle’. We splashed through rivers and puddles, and at last as our hunger and thirst was about to kill us, we had made it. The lights greeted us in. We rapped on the dark oak door. No answer. We tried the handle, and the door steadily opened. “Come in…”.
I love the suspense you built in this, Asa! I want to read on!
Into The Jungle
A lone hunter set foot in the jungle. He was paid to hunt a gorilla for its materials for some unknown reason. That was the biggest mistake he ever made. Even though the hunter had a Springfield rifle with a scope, he was no match for the pack of gorillas whose territory he had stepped in. He lined up a shot and fired. That sound gave away his position and was seen as a threat to the silverback. The angry silverback charged at the fleeing hunter who had wounded the silverback, but not enough. The hunter was never seen again.
One-Nil to the gorillas! I like how you used our Gorilla Organisation work to inspire your writing, Archie 🙂
I ducked down as a branch on a tree swerved round and hit me. I scampered across the boggy paths leaving deep footprints in the mud. My heart was pounding and every beat made me shudder. The beast was getting closer and closer. My heart was thumping now, even more than before. Then I stopped dead. The sight of this made me feel dizzy. Before my eyes there was a huge vertical drop. Vines blew in my face but I just stood there gaping at it. I dodged behind a tree and the beast ran straight past me. It was gone.
‘Then I stopped dead’ is such a powerful short sentence, Maeve! I also like how you didn’t describe the beast – the fear of the unknown is very powerful!
People normally look in at me but why are they screaming? Then I notice the boy falling, falling then splash . He has landed in MY home not HIS. My brain tells me to kill him but I don’t want to so I grab his hand and I run (making sure he knows who’s boss). Immediately everyone is screaming again and one voice says ” Mummy loves you”. I pull the boy up and now he has started screaming his head off again.Finally he has understood that I and only I can be boss. Then I fall dead!
Ooo what a great, alternative viewpoint, Lara! Poor Harambe 🙁
Harambe’s story
I watched the small creature slide down my rock face. I was angry, this was MY territory. I had no choice but to act, and swiftly. I swung him round as fast as I could, trying to duck his head under the water, but he soon surfaced. Marks appeared on his arms, drops of wet came from his eyes. Other creatures threw sharp objects at me so I took cover where nobody could reach. I pulled the things clothes and held him under the water again. Outcry and rage whipped through the air as I held the little beast up. Darkness came.
In the jungle
Deep in the jungle something springs out of its nest. Taking a breath in he hears his child scream. a scream of pure terror and then silence, a silence so horrific the trees seem to shed their leaves.
He realises that only humans could omit that much terror and suffering. They are coming for him. Gunshots ring out, echoing among the branches. He sees them and they see him. They start stalking forward and the silverback tries to climb up the nearest trunk but a snare pierces his left foot. His last memories are of his child.
I burried my head underneath the bushes, as the creature fell rapidly from the barrier. I watched as it fell into the water making a sudden, loud splash sound, I realised it fell into MY home. I rushed over to the thing without warning. The figure reached out its tiny palm and tried to touch me, I reacted and grabbed the creature by its leg and rushed over to the other side of the enclosure, I hear a screeching sound but I do not stop. Then the care things came in with food but I didn’t go. Nothing, then BANG. Darkness.