No one knew what was behind the window. No one wanted to either. It was put there by the mayor of an isolated town.
Not even the strongest men could even dare to look through it. But it could. It was not a man nor human for that matter. It’s face was burnt to a crisp and it’s eye were deep in its face. The towns children mocked this thing but little did they know it was part of something much bigger.
So that particular afternoon this creature walked up to the window and undid the blinds he saw ...
Himself. It wasn’t a window, just a mirror. And all of the other towns people were like him.
Mark loved planets. Big ones, small ones - he loved them all.
One day, he was looking at some planets online and he found a really creepy one.
He closed his eyes. Then he opened them. He was there! There were some creepy statues that he didn’t think too much of.
But then, they started to move. They chased behind him with their red glowing eyes.
He ran, and he ran ‘til he couldn’t run anymore.
He had lost them, surely.
But then he turned his back - and there was one staring at him with its bloodthirsty smile and blood coloured eyes…
Me and my Dad have always liked football. I am 14 and my Dad is 43. Ever since I was 12, we have been talking about a new kit for our local football team. Currently, it was black and grey, which was nice, but we didn’t think that it represented our team well - because we’re happy and active so we thought that dark colours wouldn’t suit us. We wanted bright colours like pink, blue, green and orange, to give a nice vibe about the team.
So we went to the football shirt shop on Saturday. We walked in and asked for some bright pink and blue shirts.
Later that day, we came back and collected our shirts, but they were the wrong colour! What were we going to do!?
Sweet popcorn, loud speakers and massive screens is what I’m looking forward to... because tonight I’m going to the cinema; I can’t wait!
Buzzing with excitement, I have my delicious popcorn, showing the man that worked there my ticket and queuing up to get in. Sitting in my chair, I watched the screen, listened to the speakers but I realise something odd. Something very odd. I love the movie but it is the wrong colour...
All the things things in the film were the wrong colour. The sun was blue, the sea was red, the grass was yellow and the clouds were lilac.
The strangest thing was the other people in the room thought it was fine.
The doctors were confused, they sat down beside the human body and pondered what was happening.
They cut open their test subject when something peculiar happened. The body is normal and everything is in place, but it is the wrong colour. The blood is brown and the lungs are a sickly pink - dominating the whole chest cavity.
The apprentice screamed it was a horrific sight. And then all of a sudden it was back to normal. Like someone flipped a switch. It was so weird. Then the apprentice collapsed.
They were stone dead ; the dead body on the table stood up kicked away the doctors as he walked out laughing meniacly torwards the children’s ward.
My sister was annoying. Day in day out, she annoyed me. I gave her one last warning and guess what? She broke it. So I absolutely lost it, I had E N O U G H with her.
Fuming, I got up reallyand tossed her toys everywhere. But then I did something that I regret doing…
I was so cross that I S M A S H E D her tablet all over the floor. She started crying and eventually told mum. “What an idiot,” I said to myself. But then, I was found guilty…
I’m buzzing with excitement because today I’m going to the best theatre EVER! It has spectacular shows, fantastic films but tonight I’m going to see the circus.
When I got there I was a little bit disappointed because it was all old and creepy but what caught my eye was the most amazing sweet stall ever. So I stepped up into the mammoth-long queue and stood there for hours and hours.
Finally when I got to the front of the queue I ordered a bag of scrumptious candy floss. There was something intriguing about this old lady, who was running the shop, she seemed scary in a way. She bent down to get a bag and when she looked up again all I saw was a ghost!!!
John was a 15 year-old boy who lived in Kentucky. In his town, there weren’t many nice places to go to. But one stood out the most - the cinema just down the road from where he lived.
One night, he decided that he wanted to explore it alone. So he crept out of the house and ran down the path.
Finally, he was there.
He walked in, trying not to make a noise. To his surprise, he heard a giggling sound. He hated creepy giggling, so he ran straight out and back home, where he had nightmares all night…
The builders hated their jobs. With the doing-this-and-that day-in and day-out, it was the same old thing. Nothing was new or exciting anymore, just loft conversions ; garages being knocked down.
It was a Monday morning in Sheffield, the whole crew got in the vans ready for a new day of average work. All they had to do was a simple knocking down of a church: this would have been the first interesting thing in weeks. With mallets and hammers they set to work banging down layers after layer.
A thick wall of dust and muck settled to the ground leaving an empty cave of sight where a sweet shop lay. The sweets were moulded in to different shapes - their once sweet taste disappeared. Jars upon jars of gumdrops, tangy tangerines and gob stoppers! The builders rubbed their eyes in disbelief. It was the most exciting thing they have ever seen!
Jim had a nice house, everything was perfect, well that’s what he thought. One day, he went out to the shops to get some food for the week ahead. He collected all the food that he wanted and walked up to the till. He checked his wallet to pay but….
It was empty. What a surprise! All of his money was gone, like it had vanished. Anyway, he returned home empty handed. He opened the door and…
It was empty too!? Why was everything empty???? That was just one of the many thoughts that were circling in his head.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.