Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
Evacuate!
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
Evacuate!
I was walking down the platform with mum. My knees were knocking in the cold, poisonous air. The sky was a dark blacky-blue. Mum was trying to soothe me but I couldn’t calm down. Then came a chug chug sound. I froze. Was it the Nazi bombers? Were they coming to slay us all? Then to my relief, the dreadful train came into view. My only luck of the day. Then came a scream. A piercing cry from something nearby. Then a slapping sound. Once again, the mournful silence dragged on.
“All evacuees on the train!” called a warden. I was being Evacuated!
Daunting hail fell when my foot launched to the train, I shoved my bags through the lingering door, the metal jaw shut. I darted through the train. The steaming engine set off and hills and mountains saved us from Nazi bombers flying abruptly. I arrived at a green house, flowers everywhere and little cottages, if I look back I’ll see a grey industrial factory, when at evenings black night that’s the time you see people having dinner which looks like breakfast. This place felt lonely but more like a home.
Steam bellowed from the grey hunk of metal. Then somebody shouted, “Evacuate!”. However, train conductors never said evacuate, they said all aboard when the train was going to leave. Then, I saw it. A Nazi bomber flying overhead. “Nazis!!!!” I screamed, but nobody could hear over the train engines. There was a loud bang as the train station burst into flames. I ducked for cover but I was too late and the shockwave knocked me into the back wall. I woke up with a pain in my head and suddenly I realised I was in a hospital. I was dying.
Lots of children were evacuated during the war to other places in the countryside where it was safer. They had to leave their families to go on trains to the countryside where it’s safer since fewer bombs will drop since the Nazis are targeting cities like London. It was a hard decision for many parents whether to keep their children at home where they could look after them themselves, or take them to the countryside were they would be safe but they might not see them for years. Many children had a brilliant experience living on a farm.
The curious children watched the monstrous steam train slowly enter the busy station shaking the rails and bellowing smoke from its funnel. The boys and girls were being evacuated to the safe, happy countryside while their poor parents were left, like lambs to the slaughter in war-torn London. The parents were distraught but they were trying not to show it. Every one there wished that this horrible war hadn’t come. But it had. So, the kids all got on the shuddering train and bravely waved to loving family members that they wouldn’t see for weeks, months or maybe even years.
100 word challenge prompt evacuation
By Tom D Williams
It was 12 o’clock in the morning when I heard mum crying. I asked her what is the matter and she just kept crying. Then dad told me I was going to be evacuated.
I walked over to mum and said, “Why me and not Michael or even Jessie?”
Mum said, “Because the age limit to evacuate kids is 16 to 6 and you are the only kid we have in that age group”. Later that day I went to Surrey where my mum’s sister lived.
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My heart beating furiously against my ribs
My arms numb with the weight of my case; carrying my treasured possessions
My legs weighing me back, reluctant to leave the home I love
My eyes stinging with tears I have fought back for many days
My top lip quivering with deep anxiety at what lies ahead
I board the train, looking for an empty seat
I look around, to realise I am not alone
I sit down in a battered seat, opposite a crying boy whose face was filled with sadness
Both wondering if we will ever see our parents again.
My disobedient legs
By Louis Toogood Sayers
My disobedient legs carried me away slowly from everything I ever knew. I was quite a sight then. Even at my best attempts, my grimy, emotionless face had thin streams leaking from the eyes and ripped, raggedy, threadbare clothes seemed to cling to my body only by miracle. I never turned back, not knowing that if I didn’t now, I never would again. As grey drab concrete turned to lush green lands, my stomach was churning as strange hunger hallucinations flashed before me. Of course, I stood in the gradually thinning crowd until they came. And I began my life.
Some country children called the town evacuees ‘skinnies’.
Teachers sent letters home telling parents what to pack for evacuees: washing things, clean clothes, ‘strong walking shoes’, and a favorite book.
It wasn’t just children who were evacuated. Mothers of very young children, pregnant women, disabled people and some teachers were evacuated. The evacuated teachers stayed in the same village as their evacuated classes.
Many of the children who were evacuated in 1939 returned home by 1940 because the Germans didn’t heavily bomb Britain in the first months of WW2. When the blitz began children were sent back to the countryside.
Dear Diary,
As I write this I’m sitting on a train with my sister asleep next to me and a label around my neck. I feel like a package and a princess at the same time. Here I am on a steam train heading to a village in Dorset. Before today I’d never left my home, London. I wanted to stay because if they could survive it then so could I, but they wouldn’t let us. Mum says she’ll come and visit but I doubt she’ll be able to afford it. So here I am, a packaged princess waiting to be unwrapped.
It all happened, it’s like darkness came to our house. Mum was depressed and Dad was upset but tried not to show it. When I heard the word evacuate, my hands were trembling with fear and my whole body went stiff. I was hoping this wouldn’t have happened, but it did and that’s why I’m on a train to Gloucestershire and saying my last goodbyes to my Mum and Dad. Once I get there what will happen? The tips of my fingers were shaking and I didn’t want to go. I hope the war ends soon because that’s all I’m praying for.
Sometimes evacuation can mean changing country not just changing home. Many children in Europe during World War 2 were taken away without their parents but some people were lucky enough to be with their parents. Emigrating is voluntary whereas evacuation is forced on people because of the danger of bombing, or because of natural disasters such as earthquakes and hurricanes.
Sometimes evacuees are placed with a new family and sometimes they are in displaced people camps. This is just not history it is still happening today in places such as Syria and the Ukraine. It could be children from birth and up.
I had to leave my house, my mum, my sister but it was a good experience. I met a family called the Goodies they loved to bake, they baked cakes, they baked cookies, they baked anything. They had a boy and two girls, their names were Emily and Willow they loved their brother Edward we played all day every day until the blackout but I never remembered my family they never popped up in my head it was like I forgot them but I didn’t I never forgot them ever but they got bombed the day I left. Spooky!
Why Is Everything Changing?
Why is everything dark?
Why are the trains stopped?
What is happening?
Why can I not go to school?
Why are all my friends going to the country-side?
Why do we have to go to shelters?
Why is a siren going off?
Why are there rumours going around that war is coming?
What is war?
Why do we get evacuated?
Why is there a time when we have to put the blackout curtains down?
Why does everyone have to keep a gas mask with us?
Why is my family packing all my clothes and belongings…?