100 Word Challenge Week # 17

                I cycled to the curb and dismounted my bike. The tall grass hissed like a snake as it blew in the wind. I peered up at the top, where the seeds jutted out like spikes. Parting the grass, I stepped through, which I regretted instantly. Two feet away, a giant pit of red swirled menacingly. Before yesterday, I would have run away. But today, I knew I couldn’t. Fio was down there, somewhere, and only I could get her out. Her clock of life was ticking, by trying to rescue her, mine would tick too. So I gathered my wits, and jumped.

100 Word Challenge Week #16

            Never in my life did I imagine my artwork standing proudly on the school roof. The “Helping Hand Hero” was merely me playing around with clay and plaster, so the fact that it is now the mascot of Hayneywalk Secondary is so ludicrous, it feels like a dream…except that everyone hates me for it. Other people worked for weeks on their contest entries. I did mine in ten minutes. Finally, I resorted to talking to my creation when the situation turned ugly. Kids think it has a magical helping power, but I was blown away when it actually talked.