Inspired by our reading of The Last Wild by Piers Torday
Will you write a diary entry? A recount? A poem?
The choice is yours…but it must be 100 words long!
Inspired by our reading of The Last Wild by Piers Torday
Will you write a diary entry? A recount? A poem?
The choice is yours…but it must be 100 words long!
Quarantine. Even the thought of it is absolute torture to my heart. Why? Because that is where Shirley, my dog is suffering, right now. In the quarantine zone of Heathrow airport. There are millions of questions racing through my head. And the main two are about what matter to me most. My parents – and my dog. Why has Dad left us? How is Shirley doing? As we dropped her off, I knew this was a bad idea. There was not a blade of grass in sight. Just a big, concrete courtyard, and an even bigger building. Quarantine. The Quarantine Zone.
Once upon a time a girl and a boy lived in the countryside with their mum and dad. At night they started a fire. The parents asked the children to go and get some sausages at their friend’s house on the other side of the forest. They both went and got sausages, but they lost their way coming back because it was so dark. They found themselves in the middle of the forest and they bumped into a big pack of wolves. They tried climbing up a slippery tree but couldn’t make it. The wolves ate them up.
That’s all
There was once an explorer. His beloved dog followed wherever he went. The explorer had planned a long, overground trip to Africa. As he prepared, his dog could sense it and grew anxious, desperate to go too. He flatly refused because of the quarantine. Finally he set off, little knowing his dog had snuck into the car. Not until the ferry unloaded did he discover his friend! Too late to go back, they spent a week driving down to the Congo where he discovered a new species of frog. When it came to leaving their adventure, they embarked on the long drive home with dread, not knowing if his dog would be quarantined.
The heavens split open with a rumble, and the gray rain tumbles down on the concrete roof of Spectrum Hall For Challenging Children. Everyone around me is yelling with relief – we barely ever get rain on The Island, it’s all barren landscape and shrewd scrub for miles around. Since the Redeye hit the city, the weather and the people have been in absolute chaos. That’s why I’m here in Spectrum Hall, even though I don’t know why. That’s why I feel as if my life has been shaken out and hung to dry on the washing line of life.
They said it was made to help the world but all it’s doing is tearing it apart. They said it would keep us safe from the plague, but it’s not like it’s a surprise, it’s not like they’ve never lied to the world before. In fact, all they do is lie, like when they say they’re making the world a better place by building this prison this “School”, they have no idea how much this is hurting people. But we think it is time to rise up, we think that they’re time is up, we think it’s time to stop
It seemed to last forever. The wind whispered past like it was trying to speak, and you couldn’t tell where one cloud ended and another began. This bland eternity’s name was the Quarantine Zone, where the Red Eye still lies in wait for another human to come and catch it. East of the Quarantine Zone was the Carbo City, West was the Portus City, North was the Mons City and South was the Premium City. Then, at the top of the Zone, there was Spectrum Hall School for Challenging Children. The worst place on Earth. The home of Kester Jaynes.
Trapped in a cage, just a small sloth being tested for infection. Not understanding why I was there, or how I got caught, too slow to run away from them. First living a normal, contented life in the Amazon rainforest. And then they came. I was sleeping in my special tree, when suddenly I was pulled out of it. A human wearing a mask and gloves. I was put into a cage and into a van. They drove off. I woke up on a table in a dark room, in front of me there was a needle. Where am I?