100 Word Challenge Week #36

I buried my face into my grandfather’s chest. Life felt extremely unfair. Why did they have to be my parents? What was the point of having the war? Grandpa seemed to read my thoughts.

“They fought for our country’s peace,” he whispers in my ear.

I knew that already, but constructing a twisted gun statue to represent the peace that the soldiers had brought us was way too much. Everyone thought that the memorial would make us feel stronger. All it did was make me feel weak and frightened. It wasn’t uplifting, it was a burden. One I didn’t need.

100 Word Challenge Week #34

            Standing on the bridge, staring down at the river flowing beneath me, I felt small and powerless. The world is huge, and I’m just a tiny part of it, I thought to myself. Glancing over at my little brother, I noticed that his face was also sprinkled with tears. Still clutching the daffodil Lacy had given him, he turned to face me.

“Why did she have to do this?” he sobbed.

I pulled him into a hug.

“You know she had to,” I replied.

Looking back down at the river, I realized that it was turning pink. Suddenly, we were falling.

100 Word Challenge Week # 22

           Kayla had no idea why her little sister thought her goldfish was in the roof gutters, but she pulled out the ladder to look anyways. Kayla hated heights. She always felt like she was balanced precariously, about to fall with the slightest gust of wind. She cautiously climbed up to the top and risked a glance down.

“Hold it steady!” she called to her sister.

“What?” her sister replied.

Suddenly, Kayla’s foot slipped and she flew off the rung. She was falling, but surprisingly slowly. Like everything around her had turned into brown, sticky syrup. She braced for the landing. It never came.

100 Word Challenge Week #20

        Adrenaline coursed through my body as the horn sounded. I began to push the bobsleigh along with my teammates, going quicker and quicker until the world was just a blur. We jumped in. I ducked down, leaning at every turn until we hit the steepest part of the Olympic run. I held my breath, not daring to speak. We were moving very fast when suddenly, everything went wrong. Spencer missed the turn completely. I felt the impact as we hit the frozen wall of the track. My helmet made an unnerving sound as it made contact with the ice. Everything went black.