Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…we listened…
We will be talking more about this in class, but Readers’ Digest are currently running a 100-word story competition! You can enter the competition using this link: http://www.readersdigest.co.uk/100-word-story-competition . You will need to provide an email address, so you might need to ask an adult at home to help you with this part OR give your submission to me (Miss Thomson) and I will upload it for you using my email address. There is a £500 prize and your previous 100 Word Challenges are definitely worthy contenders!
As the ear-piercing sound of heavy bombing shook London like an angry monster trying to shake of its own skin, families hid anywhere they could: down in the underground, in Anderson shelters, inside smashed cars or somewhere in their house. But, when the very explosive Nazi bombs weren’t destroying the city, kids had loads of fun, playing in the cracked, burnt rubble. One group of children were still out when the bombing started. They all ran to a rubble-covered cave and hid. They listened to the heavy bombs exploding wildly all around them and hoped that they would survive
The wireless is on
There is nothing to do
The wireless is on
We have no clue
What is going to happen to me or you
The wireless is on
All we can do is listen and hope
To pray to our gods
And try not to mope
To be cheerful
And not be sad
To hope for the best
But expect for the bad
And here is a word for future times
Even when everything seems to be gone
There will always be hope when the sun shines
War is declared
The wireless is on
The wireless is on.
wow!
I’m (almost!) speechless!
🙂
I was eating breakfast with my younger brother, Michael, who is 8, and my younger sister, Susie, who is 6. Dad was reading the newspaper and Mum was washing the windows.
“At least there isn’t going to be a war.” Mum sighed. “Hitler signed the treaty himself! Neville announced it on the wireless!”
I was quiet. Hoping her words were true. Suddenly, the wireless spurted into life, crackling with static.
“Quick! I think it is an announcement!” I shouted. Everybody crowded round the wireless, hoping that it was nothing.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you grave news. Britain is at war with Germany. I have failed to bring peace to this world.”
We listen through our ears. An ear is a sensory organ that can detect sounds by vibrations.
The ear has three sections: the outer ear, the middle ear and the inner ear.
The outer ear is the visible/outside part, called the pinna or auricle,the ear canal and the outer layer of the of the ear drum.
The middle ear is the air filled space behind the ear drum that in it has the three smallest bones in our body called the ossicles.
The inner ear includes sensory organs for balance and the cochlea, a organ for hearing with.
100-word challenge prompt WE LISTENED
By Tom. D. Williams
It was 11. 15 in the morning. Mum had just tuned into the radio. Then we all heard a sad voice, it was Neville Chamberlain. It was all in slow motion the few first words he said were, I am here today because Germany have said no to the letter I sent them this morning which you all know means we are at war with Germany. He said he has failed to bring peace. Two days before, they had attacked Poland. In 1940 Winston Churchill became prime minister.
The target was in range, we listened in to the tense conversation. Our agents were out in the field, surrounding the whole building planting c4 and other explosives in case the deal didn’t go down as we planned. We hired the top hit men to patrol the building, making sure the target did not escape. We also had snipers set up around the perimeter, to make sure if they did escape they would not get far.
“The deal, do you agree to it?” asked the negotiator.
“Yes,” replied the man.
“Pull the shot,” I ordered, “the deal is now done!”
A sound creaked between the brim of the pane in the kitchen, when me and my family were having supper,it sounded like a crow, we carried on eating our food then we heard the crow again. In our time a crow was like a bestowed gift. Nature had fallen to leaders of a conflict. Bombs landing and military personnel led by the Nazis. Italy isn’t the country it used to be, there were violets growing at the perimeter of the garden and fleshy tomatoes lingering onto the veranda. It’s a war to be reckoned with, that’s right.
We stood, arms raised in surrender, listening for the bullet that would end our lives. The snow was falling heavily that day, and it was an immediate relief to breathe the fresh, sweet air outside of our miserable trenches. We were so sure. So sure this was the end for us. We were so sure that the last sound we would hear would be that of a gun. It was almost physically painful, standing there, helplessly trying to hear the thoughts that were behind their heads, praying that they were positive. Then, they came, hands raised, smiling. It was finally Christmas.
John Septiks pulled the trigger and a bullet flew into Yann’s chest. The bullet was more powerful than he thought. John dived for cover and laced another shot into the large bumper. Yann quickly pulled out his pistol but by then John had fired another four times. John needed to reload. Yann kicked open the door and shot before ducking behind a car. The cops were coming. Yann jumped over his cover and by the time John went to shoot, he had two holes in his head. Yann jumped into his Porsche and set off. He listened to the sirens.
Dear diary
Today a lady came in from being out in the wild for 3 years. It was amazing how she lived for so long with out any thing. We all listened to the amazing things she did and saw. When I’m older I want to travel the world, saving animals. Swimming in big rivers, climbing the tallest mountains and skiing in the nicest weather. I will travel with my friends and go to every country eating all the delicious foods, it will be amazing!!! But my friends and me will have to wait for a long time.
By Esme
It was grey outside. A steel grey so dark it seemed black. I imagined the thousands of families all around the world sitting just like ours, the wireless on the table, the family gathered. The mothers with deep creases, of their ever growing worry, on their forehead. The fathers let off work for the day with taut lips trying to stay hopeful. The grandparents weeping as they remember loves lost in the Great War. And the children having to sit and watch as the world crumbled. All of those people just listening. Us all just listening, lost and alone.
We listened to the song
We listened to the beat
We listened to the same old song, just right for me?
But when we don’t listen
We won’t understand
What these words are saying or the music from the band
So everybody listen, listen now to me
I like what you’re saying but it’s just not right for me
I have my own song
I have my own beat
I have my two drumsticks and tap with my feet
My rhythm’s getting started
And soon you will see
I have my own song and it’s just right for me