This week’s 100 Word Challenge is a little different because (excitingly!) we are going to enter our work in a national competition! The prompt is ‘Toy Stories’ and your story could go wherever your inspiration takes you.
Some ideas we had in class were…
Toys coming to life and exploring the human world
Toys being trapped
Toys being lost and having an amazing adventure
Toys recounting amazing things they have seen
Winston, our class teddy, telling us about his experience of WW2!
First prize is £1,000 for your school and a £100 voucher for yourself to spend at Toys r Us!
Find out more here:
https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/competitions/toy-stories/
Here I am again. Oh gosh, that tiara is ripping at my hair. I’m lying on those other barbies, but I know I won’t be here for long. Oh no, here she comes. And this time she has scissors. She picks me up, her hand grasping at my torso, her nails making dents in my scratched and graffitied plastic skin. She pulls the tiara out of my hair, and snips the length of it off. I still have a short bob, though. Wait, she’s also got her dad’s razor. She drags along my scalp, getting rid of all my hair. Tough.
The lights went out. Everyone woke up. Everything climbing out their packets and boxes. I tried to navigate through my archrivals, the giant stuffed toys. I failed. They blocked me out so no one could see me. They get picked every year for Christmas presents from relatives. But I should be chosen. After all I am Rudolph. I may as well go back to sleep. The lights went on. People rushing in from every direction. A woman and boy catch my eye. He runs up to my shelf, reaches in and grabs me! I now can get out of here!
The bomb.the flash. Suddenly I was back in the over heated classroom, Miss Brown telling John to sit still. I reopened my eyes as the house I was made in was swallowed by flames Anne held tighter than ever I can still feel her warm grasp against my new furry body. But I am still here the squashy blue padding comforting my ash filled body. I am still in the classroom. Smoke filled my tiny eyes and nose suffocating Anne as she fell I saw London this city mighty fires bellowed spreading to houses. I am Winston the Teddy who survived ww2!
Now toys are one of those things that entertain children very well but what if I told… they had their own personalities. Well I will tell you a story that will change everything.
Once there was a Lego Minifigure and his name was Lloyd, he had just been built, he was very happy. But when his owner left the house he would come to life. He wondered around the house and then saw that he was not alone. There was others. But he realized they were not always played with so he built them a house for them to live in and well after that everything was normal. So kids remember they are really alive.
Toy stories
One day I was asleep. In the night something spectacular happened I had a dream about a toy. It was Christmas Eve night and I was in bed asleep then my favourite toy came to life. It was walking and talking even hijacking every car I had in my house. My house was a mess. It was an action figure and it showed no mercy. I was confused that it was a figure why not a bear or a car but a figure. Wow, the church bell rang I was awake. It was just a dream, wasn’t it?
my life is not like yours because I’m,… a doll some say a criminal. One moment I’m in prison the next I’m being made. “What was that. Something’s coming”. That’ll be me.who said that.smash.crackle. The lights whent. next my life. Lying on the cold forbidding shelf nobody caring? But when it comes to life take it or leave it you only get one shot. You are probably wondering who are what I am. My body is taken down from the ledge. Have I plotted the murder of many criminals, well I am guy forks. Good Bye. You .
Sink, sink to the bottom of the pool that is what I do, I am a diving stick, I belong to a girl called Bella. At first I didn’t like my job, but I got used to it. I would be thrown all the way across the pool and then I would sink to the bottom of the pool and Bella would dive down to get me, but today was different as I sank to the bottom of the pool a whistle blew and everyone got out of the pool. I was left at the bottom of the pool forever…
People always people!!… They come and disturb our peace, bending, throwing and breaking us!!!
Just yesterday, my friend got thrown out the window and shattered into what looked like a thousand pieces! “I pray I’m not next.” Anyway, a new toy just came today, everyone likes him because of all his great stories, but I’m not too sure if they are real or not. Like, how he jumped off a cliff and how he flew to Mars. But, I’m petty sure even humans haven’t done that yet,so I wonder, did he do it?
Basically this is life a toys life!!
I lay there, discarded among the field of wool in the darkness.
The other unfortunate figures had been collected by the giant and put into the place I feared most, the figure box. I of all figurines Darth Vader am so terrified of the figure box because of all the dismantled body parts and wrongly put together characters. I mean, really, Lloyd of Ninjago’s head looks terrible on the body of my shadow trooper. I see my prize possession, the star destroyer. Who on earth is commanding it ? I would kill myself if it was that old sensei Wu. It’s madness.
I sat there, day by day, with my crystal eyes and lace bolero. Lulu didn’t want me. Eventually, I lost hope. Then, one day, Mrs. Brown came. I heard her thundering footsteps, and my china heart started beating in time with them. A lady dressed in tweed advanced towards me. “I know who you are, so listen to this; I’ll turn you into a girl, as long as you never say a word about who you are.” So now I am a girl, but I feel just the same, for I can’t be myself around anyone. Not even Mrs. Brown.
The Unwanted Toy
Morning awoke and I was no were to be seen, maybe ever. My owner never cared about me, he just leaves me in the basement. I could see nothing I could just feel broken up toys which were never played with again.
As I feel my wooden arms and twist my head back I realised they must be looking for me so I went and I tried escaping from the basement.
As I got out the basement everything was gone the books the beanbag and the toy holders were I first was born. I was Unwanted and they were gone
With a creak, the door opened. A looming shadow danced across the dusty, cobwebbed room. The lid of my ancient, wooden box creaked as I peeked out of it. Frozen in horror, each thump of my heart overwhelmed me. I prayed. Prayed she would not discover my hiding place. Dark memories flooded back… the way she would torture me, pulling my golden locks until not one hair was left on my now forgotten plastic head! I so wanted to run but my petrified, plastic body was unable to move without help. Without her. All I could do now was wait…
hi there ,i am winston winston palmer
And this is my story.it all began in 1939 just before World War II. I lived with a very elderly man,he had a long beard up to his shoulders it was as white as the clouds in heaven.
Then one day I heard a tussle and a turn in the duvets a moan and a groan a heart had stopped thumping,he was gone.
But a few hundreds years later a girl came into my life I wasn’t sure who she was but I was pleased to see her.
AND SCENE!!
bye love this but its terrible
I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The screams of innoccent children drowned my thoughts, as the possibility of another boming drew nearer. The acrid smoke thikend the air and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
As the desparation consumed my mind the guilt of what I had done became a reality. The bitter taste of isolation taunted my every breath as a blanket of fear shadowed my soul. desperate thoughts ran through my mind but all I could really think about was the war our world was becoming. That was it.
I am winston
The blazing fire began to melt my plastic skin. Flames danced before my eyes. Smoke filled the cold winter air. My horrific fate had come. My owner had grown out of me. All the years of joy, happiness and laughter was now the ruins of my artificial body. Optimism was the first thing on my mind. I had false belief that he would still love me. He drew a match within it my soul. I was hoping that, at the moment, he would stop. But then, he threw me towards the fire our memories with it. This was my ending.
“Paddington, you’re the best toy ever!” Said Maisy, my battered brown fur squeezing against her tummy! Don’t get me wrong I love Maisy but I wish I was Maggy melon, she’s only used at school as a pencil case, or Ryan rocket, he’s only used when maisy’s little brother John comes in but out all the toys I wish I was Belinda Barbie; I heard that she met Justin Beeper in the supermarket and he said that she had nice hair!!!!!!!!But no, I’m not Maggy melon,Ryan rocket or Belinda Barbie I’m just poor old Paddington, the only toy she uses.
“It’s time”! I had had enough of being dragged around by my treacherous owner. My felt heart was palpitating inside me. I saw it the book i’d wanted. It was up on the shelf. My paws shook the shelf and the book fell landing right on the first page “how to hypnotise”. I read and read I now knew how to do it. Then the thundering footsteps came, it was time… The horrific owner came, with terrible scissors. I stared into her devil like eyes as she did to me. Her eyes now going around in circles i whispered “no more meanness”….
We’d had a blazing summer that year, a wonderful one, full of swimming and sailing. My silky stuffed arms and embroidered mouth occasionally dangled in the crystal-clear water.
The holidays had ended but my owner still had time for me in bed. This was when, one late night, the trauma started. Her blinds were shut and all I remember hearing was a wailing and shouting sound around me. She took me by the arm and hurtled down the stairs. The bangs were getting louder and closer and planes getting nearer, so near. The roof came down and everything went black.