100 Word Stories

100 Word Story - Smell

Swiftly I scuttled through the deserted streets, in search for some lovely warm bread. I didn’t know these parts around town. It was the poor side of the city. I wandered down dark alleyways and dusty streets. Shops were sparse around this part of town. “I will just go back home”, I thought to myself, but I was lost. Everywhere looked exactly the same. I turned around and there it was. Light flooding the street. I could not believe the smell. It was a real bakery. Overwhelmed, I sprinted over. It was like the smell was guiding me. I was in heaven.

Finally we can make a start!!!

After months of waiting the time is almost here. We’re all ready to go and finally we can make a start. Our bags in a line at the end of the driveway with their contents pushing to escape. The roar of the engine was music to our ears as the minivan pulled to a halt. Excitement was joined by panic, “have I forgotten anything?” A question that had been asked at least twenty times since Mum had started the packing. Has she reaches for her handbag, yet again, we ran past her and joined the driver loading our bags. This is just the start!!!

The extra-ordinary gorilla

Deep down in the misty undergrowth lived a silverback gorilla. This gorilla was the weirdest and most strangest gorilla in the whole of Africa. His favourite pastime was to ride his highlighter pink bicycle, until now. Cages clashed. He stumbled into the darkest sleep… The sun rays were shining through the clouds when he woke up. Cameras flashing in the grand morning air. He had heard about these places. He was in a zoo. He started to walk and explore the enclosure. Everybody laughed. They were all looking at him. I am famous he thought to himself. This wont be as bad as I thought.

The Beautiful kiwi!!!

It was a crisp and sharp morning on Kapiti Island. Many birds were singing as the sun came up over the hills on the mainland. Terry and his son Joe were strolling along one of the many tracks that lead up to the summit of Kapiti Island. The birds swooped down and whoosh, they flew back up again. Many large parakeets danced their way through the trees. They were nothing compared to the kiwi. There it was, buried in the black abyss. Cocoa feathers covered the bird. The large beak weighing its head down. The beautiful kiwi, all alone.

In The Morning!!!

I woke up to the sharp smell of my mum’s delicious baking. The smell weaved through the house. I opened my curtains and got out of my snug union jack quilt which was far too big for my bed. The light was so bright. The sun had only just come up over the tararuas. There was dew on the ground and the birds were chirping to the soft wind that blew through the valley. This was the life. I hurdled into the kitchen where my Mum was still baking. The smell was intense. My nostrils flaring. I would never do anything to change my life.

The Gentle Beast

The swirling sound of the crashing waves lapping against the the soft sand. There it was. The giant footprint. Nothing would compare to it. A single toe, bigger than any mortal man. The footprint of a giant, a gentle beast. Nobody would believe it. Harvesting the wheat between his toes; building skyscrapers just with his pinky. He was mans best friend. Overtaking any living dog. Ever wondered how earthquakes happen. Just the gentle thud of him walking. He is the wet in water. He is the worlds best giant. Fantastic in his own belief.

Vanished From Existence

It was a dark and shadowy night. The trees were dancing in the constant wind that made its way through the valley. The new and improved eurostar sped past: as fast as a jack rabbit. Then it was gone into the black abyss. As the train entered the tunnel, the distance sounds of the trees swaying back and forth was no more. The train was alive. Everyone on board, amazed by the luscious carpet that seemed to touch your ankles and the chandeliers hanging from the red velvet ceiling. The train could of been owned by a Queen. Then suddenly whoosh. Gone. Vanished forever. Nobody seen again!!!

Squirming through my soft shelled fingers!!! 

Picture prompt

Out of the incredible shadows of the aqua blue water came a monster. Squirming through my soft shelled fingers; bulging eyes coming from its vast head, piranha teeth sticking out of its gaping hole of a mouth. The strangest thing I had ever seen. The fascinating eyes staring straight at me. SPLASH!! Just like a magnificent worm wriggling out of my fingers. Gone. No more. Hiding in the undergrowth of murky weeds. Never to be seen again.

Prompt: the violent storm was

The violent storm was the worst in decades. Wind ripping through house as easy as a human squashing a pea. The lightning was burning everything in its path. The rain flooding the streets. Hurricane Sandy was here. The aftermath was unbelievable. Everything gone. Lives lost. The town of Peterborough, wiped from existence. Distant cries from the few survivors. Then the search and rescue squad arrive. Bodies getting bagged up. The worst site ever. People mourning from the dead. Then the rubble starts to move. Zombies were real...

By: Jaden