Don't Forget...

...Reception 2018 Open Morning for Parents in the school hall on Tues 7th Nov 9.30am

06/11/2017 at 10:06am

Here's a challenge for you: To craft and write a 100 word story. Not 99, not 101. 100 words exactly! In class this morning we talked about how to do this successfully - here are the key things to remember.

1) Be original - this is an opportunity to use your imagination and write with creativity. Have fun with a story that nobody else has ever thought of, let alone published on the internet!

2) Every sentence and every word matters - you only have a limited number of words (no more, no less!) so don't just write the first thing that comes into your head - take your time, mull it over, be a wordsmith!

3) And if you can, include a surprise or sudden twist at the end - this makes your story memorable and stand out from the crowd.

All entries will be read and judged by Mr Ryan and the top 2 or 3 read out in a celebration assembly. Let's get writing!

Comments that people have made about this blog post

Comment 1 Comment by Mrs Fowles on 06 Oct 11 at 11:12am | Quote this comment
Shuffling into position, eyes fixed on the distant horizon. Slate-grey sky, unyielding ground. Finely honed tools, forged from the earth's bowels. Bodies athletically tuned, grim determination etched into faces. Regimented ranks roll into position, muttered prayers, final adjustments to footwear and grip. Descending hush, arm rising, falling. They're off! Concentration, sweat, hearts pumping. Faces in the crowd blurring, shouts, cheers, groans, fears. Running, running, running, reinforcements gaining ground. Their goal is in sight - a final burst, breath gasping, rasping the last few yards. The victor wreathed in smiles, the defeated panting, heads bowed, exhausted. The Mum's Annual Pancake Race is over!
Comment 2 Comment by Mr Bailey on 06 Oct 11 at 3:44pm | Quote this comment
Wow Mrs Fowles, that was sensational!

You had me guessing all the way to the end. Your descriptive language helped me to create a vivid image in my mind's eye and then it exploded when I got to the ending. Great suspense, great tension - does anybody know how she achieved this as a writer?
Comment 3 Comment by Mr Ryan on 06 Oct 11 at 4:06pm | Quote this comment
Great writing, Mrs Fowles. The sentence lengths were perfect in building suspense. The descriptive word choices really led me to picture a war or a rugby match (maybe I've got World Cup on the brain?) It just goes to show that blogging can really reveal people's hidden talents!

I can't wait to read some of the children's efforts.
Comment 4 Comment by Mollie M on 06 Oct 11 at 5:37pm | Quote this comment
Mrs Fowles - I hope I can be a really good writer like you one day.
Comment 5 Comment by Sarah L on 06 Oct 11 at 7:05pm | Quote this comment
I thought I'd have a go at it, so this is my story:

I was sweating as I ran down the thin, damp alley; he was coming closer and closer. I could hear him panting, just behind me. I turned a corner, oh no! A dead end! I tried to scrabble up the crumbling sandstone wall, but my hands were soaked in sweat. I turned around to face my almost certain doom, his shadow fell over me, this was the end! “Finally, didn’t you hear me calling?” he said, in between breaths. “You dropped this £5 note back there.” I was so relieved I couldn’t feel stupid. “Thanks!” I cried, skipped off home.

I hope you like it!
Comment 6 Comment by Mr Herring on 06 Oct 11 at 8:03pm | Quote this comment
Mollie - why don't you have a go at writing a 100 word story? Mrs Fowles is only this good because she has spent lots of time practicing her writing. I'd love to read a story thought up and authored by you.

Sarah - brilliant! Well done! A story full of great description and excellent phrases - I particularly like the line about scrabbling up the crumbling sandstone wall. Plus, it all builds towards a twist at the end! 3TP!
Comment 7 Comment by Simon A on 06 Oct 11 at 8:18pm | Quote this comment
Here's my try enjoy!

I was sweating, nervously glancing round each corner, finally I found my objective. “Got it!” I exclaimed into my walkie-talkie. Where on earth were my escape crew? I was standing in the middle of the Tower of London with a 5 million pound diamond tucked neatly under my arm. I was on a £500,000 steal to order contract but I’d only have got my money if I delivered the Star of India back to the boss.
“Get him!” I heard a guard bellow as I dropped the diamond and it shattered into a million pieces. Jonny had stitched me up!
Comment 8 Comment by Mr Herring on 06 Oct 11 at 8:31pm | Quote this comment
SImon - fantastic! Had me gripped from the first three words and built up to a dramatic betrayal! I love the way you described your character having '...a 5 million pound diamond tucked neatly under...' his arm. You can now call yourself a published author! Well done - 3TP!

Class India - keep the stories coming!
Comment 9 Comment by Mr Ryan on 07 Oct 11 at 5:50pm | Quote this comment
Oh, I love a story:

Click. Refresh. Click. Refresh. “Hffffff.” Waiting’s a bore. The iPhone 5: when would it grace the internet tonight? Nothing appeared on the screen – the news had hibernated. I glanced away from the computer screen, readjusting my focus to something non-digital. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to itch the fingers on my right hand, as if a jellyfish had engulfed it in its stinging tentacles. I inspected my hand. 1-2-3…4. Four? Three fingers, one thumb. Where’d my finger gone? I clenched my fist horrified by the reality, opening it again hesitantly. 1-2-3…4…5. Phew! This iPhone had gone to my head...
Comment 10 Comment by Tarragon N on 07 Oct 11 at 6:16pm | Quote this comment
Fantastic story Sarah. It had me on the edge of my seat!
Comment 11 Comment by Mrs Fowles on 09 Oct 11 at 11:15am | Quote this comment
Great stories Sarah and Simon - loved the twists at the end. Mollie, I'm looking forward to reading your story...
Comment 12 Comment by Jonathan G on 11 Oct 11 at 1:33pm | Quote this comment
Sarah that story is really good. You should become an author!
Comment 13 Comment by Tarragon N on 13 Oct 11 at 5:00pm | Quote this comment
Mr Herring has been nagging me to do a 100 word story all day so here is mine.Here you go Mr Herring!

There was pair of paper bags, who called themselves `The paper bag men`. One day they heard something about a bank robbery therefore they went to investigate. Having to be detectives they went to the robbed bank. Looking around PB1 said, "Something smells fishy here PB2,” and PB2 found some footprints. They happened to lead to an alleyway, “There he is!” And the robber was off but the TPBM were already on his case, “you're under arrest," they said together. "CPI paper bag.” And the robber got sent to prison. “Well that’s job done here PB2,” and the paper bag men went home.
Comment 14 Comment by Ellie S on 15 Oct 11 at 7:40am | Quote this comment
As the golden gleaming sun rose into the sky they woke! The syrup coloured cats were on the prowl, taking victim after victim, RUN! They came closer, closer, their breath warm on the cold morning. I screamed, running, my heart pounding, faster. Faster. I slipped, the beast roared, I sank down trembling. Then it happened - I saw lions from all over, like pins in the distance. It was amazing! I sighed in relief, they were my friends. I got up and saw them, they came hurtling to see me. Following them were hunters. We ran away far from the hunters.

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