PROMPT: Picture, old bike in a tree in the forest.
Have you ever felt as if you were alone? As if you had no one to turn to, no one to hug and no one to speak to you? Well that’s me. my name is Stephanie And I’ve always been different from everyone else. I don’t know why. I’ve known these people since I was born. I just don’t seem to fit in. My parents always say that it’s not a bad thing, They say it shows that I’m unique. I feel like I’m one bike stuck in a tree.
PROMPT: Bricks Gorilla Yellow Running Pretty
YELLOW cars were lined up in a row
They were recently wrapped with a PRETTY bow.
King Kong the GORILLA was RUNNING towards me,
So I made a decision and decided to flee.
The YELLOW BRICKS road lead me to danger,
So called out for help and then came a park ranger.
I was in unknown fantasy based world,
Where all the pink trees were curled.
I jumped into a puddle,
And then all of a sudden someone gave me a cuddle.
I had an urge to discover,
So I decided to go undercover.
because I said so
“Damo, I don’t think we’re meant to be here.”
“Ally, it’s fine.”
“Look, I’m the oldest and I say we should go back.”
“ Because I said so.”
“Fine, just give me one more minute.” I climb back onto my horse, when all of sudden I hear a sound coming from the bushes. “Damo, I think it’s time to go back now!”
I can hear footsteps coming in our direction. They’re getting louder and louder. I can hear tree bunches crunching and leaves crackling.
“Damo, look out!”
PROMPT: it reminded me of a time when
The day I found out that Jack was sick in hospital with heart problems and Nan was “losing her marbles” made my heart break. And that day very day was today, 5 minuets ago. It reminded me of a time when I couldn’t imagine my family without me. Well the truth was it was about to become a reality. Iv’e only seen my Nan twice in my life. And Iv’e only seen Jack once. What happens if Nan forgets me? How long will Jack stay in hospital for? Will the ever get better?
PROMPT: Teacher Alligator Mauve Climbed Tricky
The voice of my TEACHER continued to ring in my head. Why was I thinking about school? Oh, right. It’s because my TEACHER is treating me like a six year old. She gives me “TRICKY” work. You know just because I might of had special needs when I was younger it doesn’t mean that you can give 10+10 equations to solve when I’m in year nine. But that night I did something I would never usually do. I wrote a mature, complicated story that caused me to think out side the box. It said:
The MAUVE sunrise woke me from my forever sleep. It was as if ALLIGATOR was chasing me because my heart was racing and thumping louder than it ever has before. I CLIMBED up to the top of the tree and there was my death waiting for me.
We just arrived in Italy and we were walking to a cafe. The cafe was called Buckley’s chance. The fresh air melted my heart. The colour of the water was just beautiful. It was blue and nothing but blue. The seagulls sang their song along the sandy shore. And I was lost in my own fantasy world. When all of a sudden the ground started to shake and I collapsed to the ground. A hands holding a rod rose from the ground. You could see the purple vans tensing as they rose even higher. Suddenly the hands turned to stone.
PROMPT: but what colour should it be?
I can’t believe that this is happening! This year has gone so fast. This is the end. It’s the end of friendships. It’s the end of primary school. Goodbye friends, goodbye teachers and hello to change. It’s hard for me because I absolutely hate change! My friends and I were browsing for our outfits for graduation when we came across the shop Forever New. We all found beautiful dresses but There was a problem with mine. But what colour should it be? I started to stress out. What if I don’t find the perfect outfit for me? How embarrassing would it be?
PROMPT: Stairs River Pink Cooked Nervous
I remember that message. It stuck to me and it always will. Every time I think about it I become NERVOUS and anxious. The smell of freshly COOKED bread that woke me every morning. The sound of the RIVER rushing down the road that let me sleep each night. The sight of my sick father walking up the STAIRS with his PINK notebook. I didn’t understand why he insisted on keeping his favourite colour a secret. But after that night I finally realised why. I finally appreciated him. I remember what he said to me before he collapsed in front of me. He said “Don’t base your life on the judgement of others. Don’t be afraid to be you. Look what it’s done to me. Judgement is our greatest fear.”
PROMPT: why would I do that?
I stood there. Lost. I looked at what was left of my life. Nothing. What have I done? Why would I do that? How could I be so stupid. I can still see the flames flashing through my mind. The memories have gone down the drain. I killed my mother. All of a sudden I heard sirens. I didn’t think. Now I’m lost. I have nothing. My life is gone forever. I ran. That’s all I can do. I didn’t make it far. I heard a gun shot. I came to a halt, fell to the ground and I felt the police place the hand culfs around my wrists. My life is over.
PROMPT: Flame Ice Lime Regularly Clock
I was dark. Late, in fact. My CLOCK was ticking. It REGULARLY did that. What am I saying it always does that. I quietly walked down the creaky stairs. I am an only child. My little sister, Victoria, died when she was six months old. She died because I was stupid, and I was playing with matches. To this day I can still see the FLAME surrounding Tori. I opened the fridge door, poured some lemon, LIME bitters into the royal blue glass and drooped exactly two ICE cubes into the cup. This is my life. Why?