100WC – Week #13 – The tiger was blocking our escape

I stared at him, unwilling to process that my baby brother was in a tiger pen.  I looked around frantically, everything was chaos. People shouting, people crying. Mum was a mess, telling Eucalyptus to come back.

It’s gonna be too late, I thought hectically. I quickly made my decision. I boosted myself over the fence. I quickly picked him up. I was only ten steps away from the fence, I could make it!

I held tight to Cal, “Hold on.”

I heard a growl, I turned around slowly. The tiger was blocking our escape. I took a breath and ran.

100WC – Week #12 – Sandwich, Battery, Energetic, White, Hurried

Nellie shook her head in exasperation. Her brother, Eucalyptus, had chosen another “white” christmas movie. Since she was Australian, she couldn’t really relate and they usually weren’t half bad but it was the eleventh one he had chosen.

“Nellie” Eucalyptus whispered.

“Yes, Cal?”

“I wanna honey sandwich.” Nellie glanced over and sighed. She couldn’t say no but luckily he was very independant.

He wasn’t like most kids. All energetic and excitement, like a 100% charged-battery. Cal wasn’t hurried to do stuff, he would rather grab a book and curl in bed with Nellie and be read to till he fell asleep.

 

100WC – Week #6 – *link

Prompt

I trudged behind my Mum, who had taken me to a mountain town. The only good things were the food and the store. It was called “The Aussie Christmas Store”. I had raided the shelves but Mum wanted to stay a longer so I had to lug fifty-bajillion bags up a mountain because Mum refused to go to the car.

I blinked back into reality when I saw a sad looking statue. Most would say scary but it looked lonely to me. I quickly made a decision and as I left, I looked behind me and there was a stature with an Aussie Santa.

100WC – Week #5 – but where would we hide it all?

Harper’s hands shook as she held her mother’s Treasure Box.

It had been eleven years since that conversation took place. She had been hiding in the cupboard unable to move.

“Take my treasures. They are too dangerous,” my mother whispered.

“But where would we hide it all, Millie? Not all of your treasures are in that box.”

I didn’t know who that man was. Harper opened the box and inside was a piece of paper. She unfolded it with and read it.

Seek out the man, my brave little warrior. You have gifts…he will explain. And please don’t hide in the cupboards!

Mum.

Poetry -I Am Me

I am the daughter who fights her parents,

but loves them to no end

I am the sister who comforts her brothers,

when thinking no one cares

I am the cousin who cherishes their laughs,

becoming less and less

I am the neice who is “logical” and “sensible,”

when really I’m insane

I am the grandaughter who is loud and quiet

and really they’re are quite right

 

I am me

And that’s all right

Don’t tell me who to be

Don’t tell me how to eat or talk

Don’t tell me what to see

Don’t tell me to be normal

Because that’s what I do

I will wear bright colours

And sing annoying songs

And laugh loudly

And skip the whole way long

 

I am me

And that’s all right

In every way I think

To be different is not so different

So I’m telling you

Be you

And I’ll be me

We’ll stick to that

Or otherwise

I might have to sing

Poetry – I Am Home

First steps onto the rough sands

I am home.

Smelling the campfire an’ cooking meat

The murky water and rough sand meet, battling for dominance

 I am home.

Familiar sounds and smells,

Looks and tastes…

Why does this wonderland seem so lonely when we go?

You are home, the wind whispers

 Who keeps the snakes and rotten spiders away?

Your protector,

Your guardian, the trees whisper.

The kookaburras laughed as I realised the truth…

I am home.

100WC – Week #4 – flame, swimming, celebrated, white, tomorrow

Dear Reader,

G’day, my name’s Sydney but I feel I am going to have an interesting life so I wanted to record memoir my life.

My town celebrates New Year’s differently. We write stuff on paper- crushes, hopes, curses- and chuck them into the bonfire.

Well on that night I was with my best-friend, Kylie, swimming in the big lake when they lit the bonfire. The flame was an indigo colour and I think I saw a shadowy person retreat from the fire. It turned to me and it white, glowing eyes.

If anything interesting happens tomorrow then I’ll do another entry.

Bye Reader.

Sydney

100WC – Week #3 – as the door slammed, I knew

Hazel and Reyna. Reyna and Hazel. The inseparable twins. Bestfriends at birth. The perfect match.

I was petting our pet cat, Garlic, when Reyna marched in our room. An army march. Which was obvious she was in the army.

“I’m going to fight in the war.” she blurted out.

“You’re not going to got!” I yelled, after a moment of shock.

“It’s my life Hazel!” she yelled, “I could make a difference!”

“No way!”

“I-I thought you would understand!”

She turned around and as the door slammed, I knew that I just might’ve lost her in more ways than one.

 

100WC – Week #2

Detective Saskia Green had received a call from the chief of police. A body was discovered at Thánatos Lake. When Saskia arrived she saw a crowd of police around someone.

“He was found with a chain around his arms to drown him. We took him out and tried to…” the chief stopped, “He was gone.”

The police let me through with…an apology? As I laid my gaze on the body I realised why. With platinum blonde hair and pine green eyes…Will Green…my baby brother.

I fell to my knees. I started to scream, screaming and pleading for him to wake.