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100wc (Bricks Gorilla Yellow Running Pretty)

100wc (Bricks Gorilla Yellow Running Pretty)


Bricks   Gorilla   Yellow   Running   Pretty

It was the night of graduation, and like all the other petty school girls I had gotten a dress. It was yellow with a mint green floral print. I remember running into the graduation hall with a huge grin on my face. Greeting me was Ella halls the annoying rich kid, ‘ Where did you get your dress, target, anyway I don’t speak to gorilas, bye love’

My heart sank, the feeling of pretty suddenly gone, I ran into the bathroom stalls staring at the dark blue brick hoping no one would come and find me. 

100wc w4 (t4)

100wc w4 (t4)

 

She was lucky not to be executed, how dare one slyly disregard my authority. I remember her look of terror as slave 372 slipped on the white metal cuffs, it gave me pleasure watching the bloody marks the cuffs left, her pale hands fumbling.

She was oblivious to my position as leader and obviously did not respect my status.

‘Clean my desk,’ I roared.

’Why,’ her pale blue eyes confused.

BECAUSE I SAID SO!’, my eyes filled with rage.

Shaking my head in disbelief I beckoned gaurds  ordering the rest of her youth and mature life to be a mute slave.

…it reminded me of a time when… 100wc

…it reminded me of a time when… 100wc

 

I looked at the lavishly decorated shop,  with elegant silk curtains and stocked with antique toys, barbies and plush stuffed animals, …it reminded me of a time when having ornate figurines and toys was the norm. Now these are deemed As useless fragments of sentiment. It reminded me of a time when having money to afford these things was the majority. I scanned the hazelnut brown shelves  fantizing about one day posseing one. The loud buzz of the floaters hovering along the road snapping me back into my simple little reality.

 

100wc (rope picture)

100wc (rope picture)

Goal- to mirror my beginning and ending

 

The grip, as they call it was a particularly brutal punishment , it would beat your skin raw leaving bruises and scars. The rope stained with crimson blood constantly moving and vibrating. Tears glazed the victims eyes . You stood motionless as though you where a brass statue, perfectly still with the rope rubbing and moving, your tears staying pearched perfectly underneath your eye. The guards watching with a smirk, the public chanting as the guards push them back onto the narrow pavement. You throat dry from you constantly trying to scream. The grip as they call it was a particularly brutal punishment.

100wc ‘but what colour should it be?’

100wc ‘but what colour should it be?’

Goal- to use description well

As I rode the crowded school bus home, I cought sight of my mum at  the door in a baggy pair of lightly washed overalls,  a garment  she’d never wore due to their  light tone  and not suiting her formal aesthetic . I leaped out’ve the school bus and down the pavement.  She was holding two small paint tins, one a periwinkle blue another a lime green. She was mid sentence, speaking to my dad,

‘But what colour should it be?’ She picked up a plastic bag and unwrapped a paint brush, I tossed my bag to the side, and picked up the brush, it’s bristles fresh.


 

100wc (pink, river, cook, nervous)

100wc (pink, river, cook, nervous)

Goal- to experiment with new tone

 

I can’t believe he’d do that, we’d been together for 3 weeks and out’ve nowhere he decides that I’m not the one, says that I’m too much of a petty princess, how dare he. I slip on my fluffy pink slides and stroll down the stairs, my mascara smudged from the constant rubbing of my eyes, from the river of tears I created. I head into the kitchen and try to cook myself some 2 minute noodles, too nervous to attempt to make anything else. I stuff the bland rubbery strands into my mouth getting smudges of crimson lipstick on them.

100wc ( contents of letter)

100wc ( contents of letter)

I knew this letter was coming, it would determine the fate of my friendship. It was the precious and invaluable results of my high school application. As slowly peeled open the envelope and unfolded the precious  slip of paper, as I read the contents of the letter I was aware of the smile on my face. I had gotten in along with all my other friends, I couldn’t be more happy. It was my dream school, elegant gates, large patches of grass. This was seemingly the best day of my life.

100wc, why would I do that

100wc, why would I do that

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?

100WC (prompt words)

100WC (prompt words)

 

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.

100wc (picture)

100wc (picture)

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.


 

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