I was young and dumb and didn’t realise the consequences that they had put in place due to the new world order. The new world order ensured that only ther rich, smart of powerful could have any freedom. But of course I simply couldn’t comprehend with their simple rules. We where extremely weathy before the order which meant we had a very high position . We had a powerful status but along with it was going along with their horrible plans. I had to act out and put my whole family in jeopardy, why would I do that?
Goal- to use the prompt words interestingly
I slowly blinked my lime green eyes open. I felt cold stone on my back, not the silk sheets of my room. Slowly panicked trickled in, I should be in my room, I should of heard my infuriating alam clock by now. I felt an abnormal heat and leaped up. Looked around to see a and immense flame. Abruptly I notice a cloaked man giving me a glare that resembled ice.
‘YOU IGNORED ME, I WARNED YOU, I REMIDED YOU REGULARLY, BUT NO YOU CHOOSE TO FORGET THE PAIN AND HARM THAT THEY CAUSED, NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER!’ He roared.
Goal – To use suspense to slowly draw in my reader
It was my place of refuge. The only place where I had freedom. They accepted me there, I wasn’t a danger to the human kind. I’m not monster. Everyday I sneak of and to enter the small portal. Its paradise. I’m accepted, I’m part of the norm. I can use my so called mutation in peace, I can train and practice and for once I’ve made a friend.
‘You’re with us now,’ they told me and unlike the at home they stayed by my side. They didn’t lock me up and torture me. I was free.
I had just finished school as I casually entered my cramped and bleak flat. I swung my cheap polyester backpack over my shoulders and onto the floor . I strolled in to the kitchen only to see the kitchen window broken and stained with crimson red blood. I gasped trying to suck in air flailing to breath, she couldn’t be dead it might’ve just been, not knowing how to finish that sentence I moved on . Until now life had been just so, as I looked over the edge I saw her laying almost peacefully in a pool of blood.
Goal- to write from 3rd person
June carefully weaved her way through the busy school halls. “Well, well, well who do we have here, June the hoon!” said Aza.
“I have to get to biology,” June squeaked. Then it was as though time stopped and calm oura entered the room along with a strangely calming ghostlike figure.
‘You, my dear are in need of a wish, you only have one, don’t waste it,’ then in a flash things returned back to normal. She was left staring down Aza.
‘I wish you would just leave me alone!’ It was her wish, however, she couldn’t believe what she had done Aza… was… gone….
GOAL- to describe well.
As an widely known and established pastry chef, I was know for my extravagant and dramatic cakes. My current master piece was close to finished, I was just putting on final touches and getting it ready to send off. It was an adorable daffodil yellow, and was lightly sprinkled in petite pink sprinkles. It was of huge importance that it was flawless, I was sending it to a prestigious critic and I was sure she would notice the finest of details. But the most vital and consequential step was getting my masterpiece over the large and poorly cared for bridge.
Life was simple, not bland, it was just as is. As a young sproutling life was much more exhilarating and new. As the seasons went by I would try and spot each different type of animals. I remember one summer someone even attached a swing to me. Now to pass the time I try and count my spikes and watch my autumn leaves fall. It’s not as exciting as it used to be, but life goes on. I can tell I’m getting old, now I don’t even curse when a mouse carelessly runs up my roots.
It was a whirlwind of noise and panic. When the bomb fiercely crashed there was a pandemonium. That’s was until badged men came ushering away and telling us to leave. The men wore an emblem I had never seen, it was a magenta triangle and underneath spelled, la sagesse est le pouvoir. Somehow I knew what this meant, Wisdom is power. Suddenly another badged man, not appearing to wear the same logo as the rest ushered me away.
“You Miss are special, do not give in, don’t let them get you.”
But I didn’t understand the instructions. what did he mean?
Goal- to use the prompt in new and interesting way
I was always know as a curious and tenacious kid. Some times for better and sometimes for worse. I was always exploring and wandering the evergreen forest behind my house. Usually the most exiting I would see would be a fox. But today was not the usual. I saw some kind of ship, it look futuristic and not like anything I had seen before. It was made out of some white substance almost like glass. Many questions flooded my head, where was it from, who made it, when did it arrive on earth. It was in awe, what was this?
Goal; to include suspense in my text
I was franticly runing through the misty wood, it was near, scared by the knowledge of what it had done painstaikingly I continued. Almost out of know where it’s piercingly shape teeth latched on to my shoulder leaving a crimson red stain. I looked back with a grave look in my eyes. I KNEW it would come back for me. I had to do something, anything. I shouted for help, I wasn’t surprised obviously no one came. I felt gutted there was almost nothing that I could do. I had to run, my shoulder ached but I went on, I HAD to.