100 Word Story Competition

Ten pupils from Waterloo Lodge School took part in a 100-word story competition from the Young Writers.  Ten pupils honed their skills and created a story with a beginning, middle and end using no more and no less, than 100 words.  Pupils were asked to create a story using a number-based prompt such as: “It was in locker 876”.

Michaela’s story was focused on Friday 13^th and a creepy clown who was terrorising the neighbourhood.  Adam’s story took a lighter turn, focusing on the 1 mile he walks to school each day.  Other pupil’s stories focused on defusing bombs with a countdown, a specific date in a war zone and winning 1 million pounds.

Congratulations to all ten pupils for their fabulous stories.

1 million pounds by Bailey Nuttall

One day, I was just casually checking my emails to come across a life changing prize! I don’t even remember signing up for the competition, so it was an amazing surprise to find out I had won such a prize! The prize was one million pounds! I didn’t know what to think at first. I couldn’t decide whether it’s a scan or not. Luckily for me, it was not. I was ecstatic, my life was about to change. I was so grateful. I was not going to spend it all at once. I was going to invest it for now.

It’s only 1 mile by Adam Barker

One day I was on the way to school. It was a pleasant rainy day and I was running. There was 1 mile left, but I couldn’t run anymore, so I had to slowly walk the mile up the winding road. I was tired and had sore legs. I walked but I stopped for a few minutes. I got told to come a lot earlier to school or I would keep being late, but I won’t get up earlier. They said I could come on my bike though because it will take less time and it is only 1 mile away.

I am number 9 by Chloe Ingle

If people had numbers what number do you think you would be? Well for me I was number nine. In my colony there are over 20,000 people and me. I am Oliver brown. I am number 9. No one yet knows the purpose of the colony number system but to be honest I want to find out. In the year 2381 the numbers have just been introduced. The colony is a group of about 20k people but it’s just been us for well over 4 years, the last time a group of people joined the colony was that long ago

22 seconds left by Jake Smith

It was in locker 876. A bomb ticking away. It had a timer on it with 45:24 minutes left. I needed to get it out of this building before it killed 1000 people. I got my bag and opened it up and put the bomb in there. Then I heard the ticking getting louder. The time has dropped to 10 minutes. I started jogging through the crowd. People were in my way, bumping into me as I jogged. I looked at the time. 22 seconds left. I got to the pier in time. I launched the bag into the sea.

The liar by Jake Edmondson

1 of us was lying. I don’t remember who was lying, if that makes any sense. Nor did my companion, David.  Neither of us can remember. I don’t actually understand how to tell people that I don’t remember, it’s impossible. If you can’t remember what you were thinking about, how can you explain it to somebody?  I’m starting to question if David is lying or not. I think that he’s starting to question me. It’s just a back and forth conversation at the moment. “I think you’re lying!” “No, I think you’re lying!” Over and over repeatedly. It doesn’t stop.

I can’t give them what they want by Mason Wild

It has been what feels like a decade since I saw a glimpse of sunlight, and I don’t think I ever will cause one of us is lying. June the 3^rd, Moscow, Russia. I was taking pictures of the military grounds when I was met with two men wielding guns I’d never seen before. Next thing I know I am in a dog kennel sized cell, or box. To be honest, I’ve had no contact with the outside world. There are horrifying screams from the room below me. I can’t give them what they want. Oh no, they are coming.

The fate of an empire by Olivia Charnley

5 minutes. 5 minutes and the fate of the British Empire would be decided forever. The colonies were tired of being exploited, bled dry. What the British did not realise, did not want to realise, is that everything they had built was hanging by a thread. Everything was built on the working class and the foreigners. All it needed was one push, one act of defiance and the rest would follow. There are no good masters. There are no good colonisers. One person, their name unknown, would say no, would refuse to kneel, and everything would begin to fall apart.

He had no record by Sophie Moyes

It was in locker 876. My mate disappeared at a birthday party. Everyone thought he went home but little did they know he would never appear home. A day later they started to investigate about where he could have gone. They checked the list of who was there and checked the cameras. There was a person who was not invited. They tried to find this person but he had no birth record. They went to look at the school, they went missing. Only one body was found. It was my mate…there was no fingerprints. There was no other body.

What would happen to us by Parys Lunt

1 of us was lying, but who was it? Me and Matty were at the police station waiting to be questioned for a murder that had happened a few hours earlier. The police officer was very stern and wanted answers straight up. Me and Matty had told each other what to say to cover up our tracks. I knew that Matty had killed the poor old man, but I couldn’t let Matty take the blame. Matty was like my brother, so I don’t want to let him get sent down. I had no idea what would happen to us next.