Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt – Without a Splash.
Well done to everyone who tried out for the swimming gala on Thursday with Coach Martin. Will this inspire your prompt? Or perhaps these words make you think of a mysterious short story, or an alliterative poem?
I can’t wait to read them!
Miss T
Legend has it that a mysterious creature ruled a under water fortress and came in and out giving children nightmares and leaving no trace not even one splash. Archaeologist Simon Stevenson says, “There’s nothing living under the seas giving children nightmares and I will prove it.” So he did, swimming and swimming until he hit the under water fortress ” holy mama” he said amazed and the king of the fortress approached him, “What are you doing in my world?”,shouted the king. “You can speak English?” ,replied Simon.”Of course !
but unfortunately he did not come back from the fortress he lost oxygen and died.
Without a splash
He goes in
Silent and still
Without a splash
He goes faster
And faster
But there was a long way to go
you couldn’t see the end
It was a never ending line of water
Without a splash
He still pushes on
passing everyone and everything he sees
Then…
He can see the end
But there was something holding him back
something told him not to swim and he realised why
It was swallowing everything in its path
He knew why he couldn’t see the end
There was no end
He woke up..
It was all a dream.
By Maya
Without a splash
“Hello and welcome to our without a splash show. Were we having swimmers race for victory. We are going to hand you over to our commentators of the night, Joe Teague and Mo Farad.”
“Thank you Gary Linker.” “It looks like the boys will go first. We have, David Williams, Andy Carroll and Farmer John.” 3. 2. 1. Go. “Its starts and they all swim to get first,” “but David Williams has already been left behind. Farmer John is slowing down to keep up,” and Andy Carroll has won it. An amazing story. Back to you Gary
Without a splash
The swimming gala was a varied affair, testing all types of swimming. My first race was freestyle and, though I had a problem with the starter’s quiet voice, I overcame a faster starter to win the race. My second race was backstroke, my worst style, so I only came second. My favourite stoke is breaststroke and I was pleased to win this race. It is sad to say that there was no butterfly but that is ok because it is tiring. Everyone enjoyed the gala and I feel that they all did their best, win or lose.
Without a splash
A figure slowly came out of the water. Without a splash. The man by the lake was confused because anything of that size and speed would surely make a splash, or at least a ripple. Then the man noticed that the figure was not made of flesh and bone but of the energy left from his living self. The apparition had not actually touched the water. It drifted across the beach towards the man. Instead of running away, he just watched as it came closer. He had been hypnotised by the abnormality of the strange being. Until it killed him.
Without a splash
I slip in slowly, without a splash. I drift in, I slide in, I drop in so silently. I dive in like a mermaid as carefully as can be, I drop in so gently, I fall in so slowly, without a splash.
I move through heavy waves like a slippery fish, I dive down deep to the clean river bed without a splash. I slide with fast moving currents, I swim for miles. The only evidence of my presence are the air bubbles slowly drifting up to the surface. So that’s where I follow, to the surface without a splash.