This week’s 100 Word Challenge is inspired by Year 6’s preparation for their special Cross Country challenge next week!
Remember – the challenge is to write 100 words (no more, no less!) inspired by the prompt. You can write anything – a poem, a story, a recount…just make sure you proof-read for spelling and grammar slips!
I can’t wait to read them,
Miss T x
They all ran. None dared to stop; even with their legs burning with pain. It was their choice. The aching it caused, didn’t matter to any of them. It was just a tiny discomfort in the way. Up the hill and then down… Not that bad? No, it was terrible. But no matter what, you will always have your friend(s) right beside you and remember we all are feeling it. Then, think about how soon you will be done, glad yet exhausted. It will be alright. It will. They all believe in you. Nothing bad is going to happen… right?
Great interpretation, Raeesah! Good luck everyone for the race next week 🙂
The ghastly man emerged from the darkness. The two children hidden in the back seat of a car thought they had lost him. But they were wrong. Terribly wrong. As soon as they heard him coming towards the vehicle, the children only thought of one thing to do. Run. The boys got out then ran as fast as they could, their footsteps echoing in the dead of night. But the man was cunning. The two boys walked right into a trap he had set earlier. Struggling, both boys saw the man come towards them. The children were never seen again.
Goodness – a sinister story! I love your use of short sentences for effect.
As soon as the horn blew, they ran. I cheered them on as best as I could, but I could tell by the expressions on their faces that they were dreading the hill. Coach Martin was shouting at the top of his voice “ZEZAMONYE!!!!!”. I could here him from the other side of the crowd. I was dreading my race too, and so were the girls behind me. Before I knew it, the boys had dissapeared behind the trees. Then, one, two, three, four boys crossed the finish line. We lined up at the start. “HONK!” We ran.
They ran, as fast as their legs could carry them, through the golden, soft, silky sand. The turquoise, sparkling ocean brushed past their feet. Trying to dodge the holographic sea shells, the coral, red crabs, and oval, white oysters, they still carried on. They could see colourful beach houses lined up in a row, with every single pattern you could imagine. Children and adults, were crabbing on the wooden pier, and people were swimming in the deep, blue sea. Cream sea gulls were getting in the way of the race, but that didn’t stop them. The children finished with joy!
They ran, at the time no-one knew where they were going. They left us behind for a reason we don’t know, laden with trails of our past. We had no idea where they were going because they left with none of the carefully collected maps of fathers. When I was little I used to study them for ages imagining what these lands looked like. Me and father don’t know where mother has gone with some of the villagers but we do know they’ll come back. Mother left a note on my pillow that night. I can still remember them running…
They ran, even through the torrential rain and the ear splitting screams following them. The volcano was back. Turning around they saw clouds of rising ash bury all of the many places they called home. As she stood still her precious memories flashed by like a race car zooming past. She wanted to cry but the steady trickle of tears had already flown out so much she could only hang her head in sorrow and pray for her loved ones. They ran on, thighs burning and arms growing heavier by the moment. Her head began to spin, her legs collapsed.
He was lying there in the dark. Grunting and groaning, tossing and turning. Then as we crept closer, the drunkard man yelled. Yelled in an unknown language. One only he could understand. As his words got more slurred, he collapsed onto a bench and slipped back into sleep.
When the group of six kids started playing again, games children would normally play, he got up tutting, then sloped off! Just as the children thought he had gone!! The man came back, he tried to run…
He was chasing them!!!
So… they ran, ran to wherever their feet would take them.
We ran faster, faster we couldn’t stop not now, not ever this all counted. Running across the field if we stopped everyone would have to do it again and again until we got it right. I didn’t know what to do, my legs were aching my head was spinning but my instincts were to keep running. Then I got a pain in the side of my stomach a pain that felt like a punch, no a kick. I got a cramp. It was terrible it held me back from all the rest further further, they ran away. They kept running until I could barely see them, but I kept going. I remembered what Coach Martin had told me. I ran.
They ran, behind them, was the deadly killer clown of their nightmares. It was like all their dreams started to unravel to life. The children’s mouths were doing nothing but spilling out all of their voice in screams. They kept on running and running, suddenly one of them tripped……
The children didn’t notice the child tripping because they were to busy trying to escape, the child was sucked into the clown’s horrid mouth like a person eating somebody. The clown gave a toothless smile at the children when they turned around and in an instant they disappeared into the darkness.
As the wind blew past them and the emerald green grass down below hit their legs they ran. Faster and faster no stops available, aching pains and a dry throat, they still ran. They knew that the finish line was only metres away. They only had to keep focused with a determined mind; that was the key focuse and determination. They were almost there at the finish line a couple of steps away from the end! As the rain dripped down them and they started to shiver; their hands where practically pushing past the rope and… KABOOM done… forever!!!
The group was walking though the damp alley-way minding the steps from the uneven footpath. The boy’s eyes seemed to sink in a great, deep hole even though shadows keep appearing the group carried on into pitch black. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows. They were wearing a black hoody with black skinny jeans. There was something strange about its head like it had some sort of stick as the group was about to call for help when two more people ran out from a corner. They grouped into a triangle surrounding them. They reached for something in their pocket they took out their knives and started getting closer and closer. The boys moving backwards tripping over each other one after another. Then all of a sudden another person came out holing a gun. No one knows who the person was except for me. Why? Cause that person was me…
They ran through the rain,
they ran through the snow,
they ran for the train when they were late for a show,
they ran through the night,
they ran to start fighting,
they ran to catch a cab,
they ran to get to the lab,
they ran to see the baby,
they ran to see the site,
they ran with all their might,
they ran to school,
they ran to class,
they ran to the shop,
they ran though the block,
they ran in the streets,
they ran on the peaks,
they ran to the future where they could fly…
Sirens wailed and dogs barked, but the only thing Monica and James were focused on was the man dressed in black at the end of the street. Their hearts were pounding and it was so frightening, they started to laugh. They saw a police car coming up next to them. They looked at each other, grinned, and out ran it. They were nearing the man now, but the parcel in Monica’s hand was slowing them down. Suddenly, James was grabbed. Monica had to keep going. Finally, she reached the man. Monica gave him the brown parcel, and the man ran.
They ran, some faster than others, some lagging at the back. The chilly autumn wind carrying the sound of coach Martians encouragements; keep going, you can do it, push on! As well as your blistered feet and aching legs, your mind tends to drift between irrelevant things really. As you pass stage one, stage two and then stage three of the run you vary between all different paces, but you know you can’t just stop or walk the rest, because then when your relaxing in your bubbly bath at home you’ll know you just gave up you didn’t even try.
‘THEY RAN’
They ran through the forest….it was black and red It had the white eyes you have ever seen. And it floated like thin air, it had know shadow at day and know Icey breath at night. And surprisingly it had know reflection in a mirror a lake. I know what you would be thinking right now, who would be stupid enough to go after this best but many have tried because of the bounty of 2,456,231 million as a reword. Some
THEY RAN……
They ran through the forest from ‘It’……..
‘It’ was black and red with the whitest eyes you have ever seen!
‘It’ floated like thin air.
‘It’ had no shadow at day and no icey breath at night.
And surprisingly……
‘It’ had no reflection in a mirror or lake.
I know what you could be thinking right now, who would be stupid enough to go after this beast, but many have tried because of the bounty of £2,456,231 million as a reward.
Some people have come back empty handed, or dying!!!
I know all this because………
I
AM
‘IT’
HAHAHA
On the farm Zack was cleaning the pig pins. When he trips over something while he was scraping the leaves off the pig pins. He starts digging and finds a chest on the chest it said, “For the storm family for whichever finds, it shall you be guided to the right path”. Jack picks it up and shouts to his grandpa saying “grandpa, I’ve found a chest for us”. His grand pa comes, his eyes widening as he comes closer. Jack says “should I open it’’. Yeah, it could be a message that your father left for you”. “A Sword”!