Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt – Dog Fight!
We learnt all about the Battle of Britain in class and at RAF Hendon. How will you interpret this prompt?
I can’t wait to read them!
Miss T
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt – Dog Fight!
We learnt all about the Battle of Britain in class and at RAF Hendon. How will you interpret this prompt?
I can’t wait to read them!
Miss T
Dog fight
“Dog fight, dog fight,
Soaring through the skies,
Dog fight, dog fight,
Shooting down the planes,”…
Sweat poured down my face,
Vibrations ran through my body,
Enemy planes dipped out of view,
Only me left…
“Dog fight, dog fight,
Soaring through the skies,
Dog fight, dog fight,
Shooting down the planes,”…
Song rang through my ears,
Friend fighters shot down,
My eyes wrung of tears,
Only me left…
“Dog fight, dog fight,
Soaring through the skies,
Dog fight, dog fight,
Shooting down the planes,”…
The song bounced in my head,
Only me left…
Then I was silenced forever…
It was a cold Septembers evening when we saw them, hundreds of planes flying in, heading towards the city. We jumped into our planes rearing to go, however I was also scared of them they had brought new planes which could undoubtedly take on a spitfire but that didn’t stop us so we zoomed off into the sky. As we got level with the planes they bombarded us with bullets, we tried our best to dodge them. Around me I saw burning figures crash into the sea. I came up with a plane and I won the battle.
Dog Fight
Chapter 1
It was a morning like any other, cloudy and dark. I was sitting on my bed, watching my friends play cricket in the street…that’s when it happend. I noticed black figures in the sky and it dawned on me that it was something bad. But as I went to the living room, there were soldiers everywhere, my dad was lying on the floor with blood oosing out of his chest. Mum was crying as she got pushed into a big van. Then, a soldier with a gun dragged me by the hair, putting his gun into my head.
BANG!
The Messerschmitt swooped menacingly over the RAF base. With total command of the sky, there was little the British could do to stop its deadly bombs from falling. It dodged the anti-aircraft bullets and disappeared into the darkness.
But then the pilot saw in the corner of his eye a swarm of spitfires emerging from the grey clouds. He fired his guns in panic. But he had no chance against the brave and ruthless spitfires.
Within seconds the Messerschmitt lost its wing. It spiraled downwards. The pilot said a prayer as he fell to his death. Down, down, down. Crash!
Dog fight
Out of the blinding sun light I see the bursts of gunfire stream past my wings before I hear the thunder of other planes. I felt my heart sink as I banked hard left and ascended through the line of billowing clouds.
Oil was seeping out of my Rolls Royce Merlin engine as I barrel rolled out of a barrage of bullets plummeting towards the English Channel. Heaving on the joystick with all my might I pulled up just thirty feet from the concrete ocean.
To my complete amazement I was alive. My trusty Spitfire saved the day.
Hundreds of black fire-birds flew towards the RAF hanger. What were they? It then took me a minute to realise that they were enemy planes. Bombs started dropping as fast as heavy rain and I charged towards the searing building. Flames licked the sides of the hanger, the heat as intense as the fear that flooded me. My Grandfather’s medals were in one of the Spitfires and I had to save them. Without thinking, I thrust myself forwards, I jumped and my landing sparked a billowing fear but remembering the bravery and perseverance of my Grandfather I kept going.
DOGFIGHT
A squadron of five MK1 Spitfires were patrolling over Dover. Suddenly, lights darted across the sky. The leader looked to his left and saw the horrible image of one of his wingmen being swallowed by hot red flames. Three elite piloted BF109s whizzed past the surprised squadron. One of the Spitfires sped up to catch the tail of his target. The rest started to attack as well. A German pilot fired at a Spitfire, making it spiral like a sycamore seed. The leader aimed and fired, sending the German plane into another. The remaining German plane retreated from the fight.