100WC Week 15#

Princable Madame walked the new coming parent who was gong to send their child to the school into the art centre. ”Even though we are a very old school we still do art. Our art program has a wide variety and the students go through 4 different art topics. Right now students are doing painting and drawing.’’ “And what do they do in that?” asked the parent. “Well they have 2 weeks to make an exquisite piece of art that they shall put on to display.” “

Very cool.”

“Well that concludes our tour and I hope you enjoyed.”

“Thank you.”

100WC Week 12# Letter in a Bottle

 

Dear whoever finds this,

My name is Tom. I am 22 years of age and am sending this letter in hope that someone will receive it. I work at the Sydney Environment Cooperation [SEC]. We are always sending letters and on a rare occasion get some floating around. Right now we are working on a project to help make the world a more environmental place and we’re wanting other countries to join in.

Please reply with the following address:

75 Apple brand St Sydney, Junction house no. 12,

9213, Australia

Thank you and we would love anyone to reply,

King Regards

Tom

We talked about this in class and the purpose is not to write a fiction piece it is to write a non fiction piece so underneath is my real one:

Dear the Children of the Philippines,

I am writing a letter of hope. We all know that you have suffered and are all giving encouragement and belongings such as money to help the people that have suffered. I have never been in a situation like you may be in now and I don’t know how I would ever survive like that. I give all my hope to you. Stay strong and I have faith and belief that you will be ok. I hope to hear that you are ok and I hope you get food and water ASAP.

From Amelia

100WC Week 9#

The violent storm was making the ocean ruff and a dark misty blue. The waves were massive and the wind was gushing. It was too dangerous to go outside. All the shops on the beach were getting flooded as the water swept across the sand like a mini river gushing and the water was approximately 10 degrees. There was not one person in the water. Jo looked out the window of his high-rise apartment to see the lighting crash and to hear the booming sound of thunder. It was horrendous weather and it was not going to get any better.   

Historical Fiction Peice – Where am I going?

As the police slammed the door of Anita’s hut, Anita knew what was going to happen. Will they take me? Where will I go? Will I ever see my family again? Heaps of other aboriginals have been taken, why would they take us aborigines? These questions flooded  Anita’s head. The fierce policemen stood and stared at Anita right into the eyes. ”Your coming with me young lady”. the man said in a low toned voice. The tallest one took Anita by the neck and dragged her into the car and before Anita’s mother could do anything. Anita’s mother screamed ”Don’t take her!” ” She’s my only one please!” She ran down the street saying these words repeatedly chasing the car down the street. But they were going to fast and she could not keep up with the car. The car ride was dead silent. She was dead silent and tears were running down her face. Where are we going? she thought.

Around 30 minutes into the trip the policemen pulled up to a beautiful white mansion. It was nothing like Anita had ever seen. They made their way to the front door. An elegant looking women, a neat looking man and their wealthy looking daughter greeted them at the door. Anita was told to get her stuff and the policemen left. Rose the daughter gave Rose a rude glare. The mother Eve and the father Charles told Rose to show Anita to her room. Anita’s room consisted of a bed, a wardrobe and a so called ‘desk’. As Anita was exploring her room Rose out of the blue said ”You are our servant and this is my house and my rules and you better keep it that way.” she said arrogantly.

As time went by, Anita had harder jobs and longer hours of work. All she wanted was to be back with her mum living a normal, happy life. Some of the chores she had to do included washing the clothes down in the dam, making dinner and cleaning it up, gardening, doing general cleaning such as vacuuming and doing any other jobs anyone needs. Rose continually made rude comments like ”What a silly human being” and ”What lousy work why do we have to have you out of everyone”. As weeks went by, days went on. One day Eve asked Anita to take Rose to the dam where she washed all the clothes to see if the water was still suitable for cleaning. They walked down and did not take long. No one ever really used that part of the lake and today nobody was there. They sat down and looked at the cold streaming dam. Rose slowly stood up and went to feel the water. She immediately took her hand out because it was freezing cold. She put her hand in again but at that moment a massive bird swooped past and knocked Rose over and she fell into the water. Rose did not know how to swim. She was waving her hands around and was splashing water everywhere. Rose went silent and was floating down, down, down. Anita swam in pulled her body out and tried to help her but it was to late. Anita dripping wet took Rose’s dead still body to the house.

Huffing and puffing by the time she got back tried to explain to Rose’s parents what had just happened but they did not get it as well as Anita thought. ”What have you done with our baby?” Eve said. ”B-but I can explain” ”A bird swooped past and kn-knocked Rose into the water and because she can’t swim she-she drowned.” ”Must’ve been a big bird!” Charles said angrily. ”Were calling the police and you’re out.” ”And you are not seeing your family. Anita took it all in. ”Why cant they believe me” she thought silently. Later that day Anita heard a knock on the door. ”Please don’t let it be the cops” Anita said under her breath. Sure enough it was. ”Where is she” they said. It was the same cops that took her from her family. Anita came and the next minute she was in the car. Silently they drove of.

The Haunt

Once upon a time stood a tree. A dark, scary, brown tree. No one ever wanted to go near the tree. It even had a name The Haunt’. I Shantelle Smith will tell you the story of two innocent girls, Annie and Merideath and how they lost there lives.

On the day, 18-2-1821 two girls wanted to go and have a picnic just next to ‘The Haunt Tree’.  Offcourse 2 little girls at the age of 11 would not know about the tree and its dangers. They walked 200m to the tree just near the swampy lake. All nice on this beautiful, sunny day, the tree was moving abnormally. Although there was no wind, the tree was shifting around. Leaves were blowing every where getting all over the girls. Merideath screamed and Annie was scared but had a puzzled look on her face.

Screaming and trying to run the girls noticed that the tree was growing a face. Dark red eyes and shark like teeth and one big Pinocchio nose. It grew arms, legs and one big belly. Annie and Merideath could see the tree slowly approaching them. The tree was following them into the swampy lake next to them. They had no where to run but in the lake. Cold, wet, icy water went all over them. The water got deeper and deeper to a point where they could not stand. The girls could not swim. They were sinking down, down, down until all they could see was the black, swampy water.

People Like Us

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People Like Us Story – Audacity

Miss Kingsworth is an odd person. She is a dirty, short and untidy person. She has large brown snotty hair and is an awfully large person. She has big muscles and is crazy about Rugby.

On the other side of the street Miss Kingsworth lives on lives a very organized, sensible and sophisticated man named Mr Beansy. He has slick black hair that is always very neat. He has a big business that he owns and make a lot of money out of so he always look very tidy in his black expensive cloths and clean body.

One morning at 7:00 am Miss Kingsworth and Mr Beansy woke up in their separate houses. Mr Beansy ready to go to work and Miss Kingsworth ready to have a lazy day on the couch watching Rugby. They both went out to check there mail boxes as this was the time the mail arrived. They took there mail inside. They both had bills, letters but they both got an unusual letter. They were both the same letter but offcourse addressed to each of them. Mr Beansy read his first as Miss Kingsworth could not be bothered. Mr Beansy read:

Dear Mr Beansy,

We are aware that you are heading into the time in your life called Retirement Life. By law after a few months of turning 68 you must go to a Retirement Village closest to you [They are all the same]. The Central New York Retirement Village is where you will be staying. It has luxury pools, Gyms, Tennis Courts and in every room you have bathrooms, kitchen, laundry, lounge room, theatre room and much, much more. You will not have to pay for anything as it is a governments promise that they will pay although we will have to take all you money now and put it in a storage room to make sure everything is safe. We will start the moving process tomorrow and it will finish in 4 days. Another part of our curriculum here is that we want to you to be sociable. Everyone who stays will have a room mate. We try to pair you up with people that live near you so you can talk and have a great time and you may know the people. Your room mate will be Miss Kingsworth. If you have any problem come and tell us.

We hope you have a great stay and you enjoy every moment of your last 32 years or so.

Kind Regards

The Central New York Retirement Village

After reading this Mr Beansy was gobsmacked. The thought of  living with Miss Kingsworth was making him shake. He did not want to live with a dirty untidy person for the rest of his life. An hour or so after Mr Beansy had read the letter Miss Kingsworth read the letter. Allthough she was not as gobsmaked at Mr Beansy she still got a fright when it told her on the letter. For the whole day they just worried. Thinking non stop about there life ahead. They both went to bed in misery and not ready for the big moving day ahead.

Moving was not easy for both of them at their age. Sore backs, missing his beloved work, not Rugby watching and all day they thought about the traumatizing feeling that they had to live with each other. Miss Kingsworth house took 2 times as long to move out as it was messier and she had so much more stuff. Photos, flat rugby balls, beds, kitchen appliences and more was getting moved into huge trucks that were getting moved to the Retirement Village.

After a couple days of cleaning, bringing back memeories the 2 were ready to move into there apartment.

When they got there there was a massive plasma T.V perfect for Miss Kingsworth when watching her 12 hour marathon of Rugby of past and present games. There was a big comfterble couch and fluffy, soft carpet every where except for the kitchen aand the bathroom. Just down a hall there was a room with a double bed and a luxury ensiute and just next to it was a copy of that room [exactly the same room]. The kitchen had extremely posh and expensive stuff. Attached onto the kitchen was a bar and a dining room. Also there was a laundry and a study. Down stairs there was a pool, a gym, a spa, tennis courts, a heat room and a cool room.

The first night they did not talk and they did not talk. They both didn’t dare talk to each other. At 8:00 pm the next cold, silent night the door bell rang. Mr Beansy opened the door. A very smart looking guy walked in. Miss Kingsworth did not even come up to greet him as she was lying on the couch, watching rugby and eating tiramisu not even knowing someone had come in. The guest who had a familiar outfit on happened to be a staff member at the retirement village. All the lights were on and there was a big fire going. It was a dark stormy night. The staff member who was beaming like crazing for no particular sat down. Mr Beansy was all ready to hear what he had to say as Miss Kingsworth walked lazily over to the table with a mouth full of tiramisu. The delighted guest began to speak. ” Hello Miss Kingsworth and Mr Beansy I have jus – Sorry my name is Nelly and as you may already know I work at the New York Retirement Centre. I have just come to inform you that there will be a ‘Talk to each other night’ next Friday where you will discuss your differences and what you have in common. The night will include a 3 course meal and wine and beer. You will be expected to look nice as this is a formal event and it will start at 6:30 in the hall. See you there. Good bye for now.” Then he walked to the door and left in a very orderly matter.

Next Friday night came very quickly. It  was a hour before the ‘Talk to each other night’ and the two were getting ready. Mr Beansy was wearing his nice work suit and Miss Kingsworth wearing what she thinks is a nice T-shirt and jeans. Most people had arrived and they all looked glamorous and all you could see was sparkly dress’ and very expensive suits. The leader of the group announced how everything would work then dinner came out. The entrée was a velvety red tomato soup. Main was a roast with potatoes and green salad and offcourse the chicken. Lastly the dessert came out. It was a smooth 3 layered chocolate mousse with 3 different types of chocolate.  With every one stuffed with food they were ready to start the main bit with some beer and wine. It would be kind of hard for them to talk when they feel like they are going to vomit because they ate to much food.

Chatting filled the air as everyone talked. Except for Miss Kingsworth and Mr Beansy. They had nothing to talk about. It was either they were just to shy or they hated each other to much they knew that every thing they would talk about they would disagree about. One of the helpers came over to start a conversation. They talked then they stopped. Then they talked then they stopped. The night passed on and the two were having really long conversations. They found things they did have in common like gummy bears were the best afternoon treat and stuff they did not have in common like Miss Kingsworth liked Rugby and Mr Beansy hated Rugby. All through the night the leaders kept a close eye on them. They could start to see a bond. They had more things in common then not in common and they seemed to really enjoy each others company. The night passed and it was time for everyone to leave. Every one made their way out of the great hall and into their rooms. When Miss Kingsworth and Mr Beansy got into their room they went straight to bed. They had to have a big sleep because the following day they had a field trip to the shops where they had to drive by themselves [well with one another offcourse]. They woke up nice and early and got ready to go. As they went down stairs they were trembling. Neither of them had drove in years. Mr Beansy always had someone do it for him and Miss Kingsworth would never drive after her accident 10 years ago. She is a very dangerous driver so they decided that Mr Beansy would drive. When they got in the car Mr Beansy was shaking like mad. He started to drive. It was easy at first until they got to a round about. Mr Beansy was trying to turn but at his old age he did not have the strength to. He heading for a tree. Closer and closer they got. Just cm away. They slammed so hard and glass shattered every where. Cut and cuts. There vision was fading away. They were shutting down, down, down.

By Amelia