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?
Inspiration: I NEED FREEDOM TOO- Beyonce. This song is based on the “black” people’s perspective of the situation of the I HAVE A DREAM SPEECH.
My name is Lowanna. I was stolen from my home, my family when I was young. And now I’m forced to work as a slave all day. I’m one of many suffering a similar situation. We’re not allowed to have a drink when we want to and we’re not allowed to go to the toilet when we want. We are treated like this just because we are different. Obviously the white people think they’re in charge of us. I don’t think that’s fair at all. So you know what I’m going to do something about it. Hopefully I and many others will find our happy place eventually. If only there was a magical door that could lead us to where we belong.
PROMPT: so, as I looked over the edge, I saw
I was driving home in dangerous conditions. It just started to hail. I was scared something would happen. Thankfully I was able to find a hotel close by. The only problem was it was in a dodgy neighborhood. I walked up to the hotel but soon realized it wasn’t a hotel it was an old, run down asylum. I slowly walked back then all of a sudden all my energy was gone. I was starting to think about the stories I had heard of when I was a kid about how ghosts can drain all your energy when they are within twenty meters of you. Ghosts aren’t real. I found an empty room. Suddenly I heard a loud scream. So, as I looked over the edge, I saw a knife lying on the ground dripping with blood. Next to the knife was a dead body covered in crimson. I turned around then all my energy was drained out.
PROMPT: Bridge Sprinkled Pink Daffodil Huge
We walked through the forest and then we came across a HUGE BRIDGE. The BRIDGE was a cream color with a SPRINKLED gold rail. Instead of continuing over the BRIDGE he threw me over his back and jumped down the hill. He lead me to the prettiest meadow I’ve ever seen in my life. It had bright, yellow DAFFODILs. I looked around the meadow amazed then I noticed this one flower in the middle of the meadow. It stood out because it was PINK and smaller than the rest of the flowers surrounding it.
PROMPT: but I didn’t understand the instructions
We were in biology class and we were given new lab partners. I was put with the smartest kid inn school. You see I’m not the smartest student. I always make sure I copy off the right person and with my new lab partner should be a breeze. So when the bell rang Mr. Molone walked into the classroom to begin the class. Our task was to tell the difference between the blood types. Then I saw my partner start to freak out. Then she spoke.
“I don’t know anything about blood.”
Great, just great.