Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Fireworks!
Will you describe an evening watching fireworks on the Heath? Or will you interpret this differently?
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Fireworks!
Will you describe an evening watching fireworks on the Heath? Or will you interpret this differently?
Fireworks. A big explosion in its own miny world. But when its set free it, it separates into different places and live its own life. All the pieces where a family once. But then, everything changes. Ping once had a family, a life, with lots of different people in it. But then he felt heat, and. BANG. Everything changed. Everyone separated. Ping lived his life alone. With nobody to keep him company. Nobody to live a life with. Nobody to laugh with. It was nearly impossible to find each other. But Ping was lucky. He found someone to live with.
Sorry that was really weird i didn’t know what to do so i just made up this random story!
Fireworks
I’m wrapped up all cosy in my puffer coat and mittens,
the fireworks are starting, so lock up your kittens.
The bursts of light in the pitch black dark,
the chatter of neighbours all huddled in the park.
Hotdogs or burgers and too much beer,
the crowd edges forward don’t get too near.
He lights the fuse on the Catherine wheel,
we wait, we wait … the tension we feel;
a bright hissing ball of magical light,
the rockets climb high in the pitch black night.
Whizzing, popping, banging and squealing,
Thank you Guy Fawkes for this wonderful evening!
It was November 5th. Bonfire night. Josh had been invited to stay at Daniel’s house for the night. His mum had bought a box of fireworks
and given them to Daniels dad.”Dad’s taking us to an organised bonfire and firework display tonight,”
said Daniel.”It will be great fun!”.”Great!” said Josh”We can take our box of fireworks with us, too.”Daniel looked surprised. “Oh no!” he exclaimed. “You can’t take your own fireworks to organised displays.”It would be too dangerous.” it was time to go to the firework display. They had the best bonfire night ever.
The sky is a canvas of colour and light
tonight, tonight is fireworks night
dogs of all kinds howl at the moon
wishing that it’ll be over soon
gardens cheer, Ascham Street scream
all the emos are looking at screens
some kids are crying, others are not
some of them found out, sparklers are hot!
The bonfires roaring, crackling, glowing
Inside the house, excitement’s growing
The big finale is nearly here!
Someone shouts it, everybody cheers!
All the grown-ups take a swig from their beers
There’s a sizzle, a flash, the suspense is real,
Finally, off goes the Catherine wheel!!!!
fireworks and guy Fawkes
once a year , one night there are fire works, it all started when guy Fawkes and his men went out to set fire to the house of parliament. little did they know, their idea had been sabotaged by one of the13 men who sent a letter saying, ‘dont go in the house of parliament.’, to his friend lord montagle .36 barrels of gun powder lay in the cellar, but soon the king got hold of the letter , and the kings forces went out to stop it. soon after , guy fawkes was tortued and exicuted. by Elodie
We were letting of the fireworks and they were to be seen from miles around. Pink, orange, green, blue, gold and lots more magnificent colours. People were gathering around to watch them, it was magical! As we set them on fire, the sparks flew everywhere. It was a windy night, everyone was huddled together and enjoying themselves. The sky was full of them! People gasping when we set them off, there was nothing like it. The view was enchanting, hypnotising even. As they exploded in the sky “oohs” and “ahs” could be heard in the street. There was nothing like it.
As I walked home last night, I could see fireworks shooting up into the sky. The smell of smoke and crackers floating through the misty air. The noise travelled through the city, echoing down the streets. Looking out of my window you could see that the city was alive. The entire sky was filled with colours. Thousands of people standing in the cold. Children and adults enjoying the displays together. Fireworks flew past the crescent moon like shooting stars. It was the end of a long day, and people walked home in the cold night. It was Guy Fawkes night.
Red, purple, yellow and green
Such beautiful things that we have seen
Bright sparks that come to life
And jump around in the depths of night
Lighting up the coal coloured sky
Whilst the humans stand in awe, and watch them fly
Orange, blue, pink and cream
Some of them go up with a scream
Spread like blanket among the inky black clouds
While whistles are heard from the midst of the crowds
Dogs attempt to run away from the terrible noise
Children watch open-mothed, both girls and boys
And a night to remember, one and for all
Dear diary,
I am creeping into to the room I have been storing the gunpowder in. Me and the rest of the gang have been waiting for this moment for a long time. We have planned and planned, nothing can go wrong. There’s the signal, it is time to light the fuse. God, why won’t these matches light, third time lucky here we go. Thump, thump. What’s that noise? Bump, bump. They can’t have found out our plan. Nevermind, there are many steps down, all I need to do is light the fuse and scarper. “Mr Fauks, is that you?” Oh help me diary, I’ve been busted!
Guy Fauks
It was lit. The crackling fire echoed around the sombre night. The fuse slowly crawled up the rope. In a split second it took off. Fast as a rocket it pierced the dark sky exploding into millions of amber stars, leaving a trail of golden sparks slowly drifting towards the frosty grass. The following bang penetrated the sudden silence, creating an atmosphere of exhilaration. The urge of lighting another one was like waiting for Christmas morning. He took out the matchbox, flicking the match across the rough surface. A flame enveloped the stick and the magic started all over again.
Last weekend was bonfire night and so we had a party. We had lots of fireworks and sparklers. We invited friends and had burgers, hot dogs, chilli, cake and toffee apples.
Our neighbour, my dad and Lily’s dad Colin set the fireworks off from the garage next door. They were quite spectacular and Sam and Raffy twirled their sparkler and pretended to be Harry Potter. We also had powder which you pour onto fire and it makes the fire change colour like blues and pinks and yellows and reds. It was a great night and I think everyone enjoyed themselves.
Looking out to see the wonderful sight of colours screaming at me , my friends laughing and playing ,beautiful bombs in the sky and the bitter sweet smell of a roasting bonfire . The smoke flowing in to your eyes and the whistles of the November wind whithers by being drowned out by the bangs and crashes. The guys burning in to ashes . Catherine wheels spinning, cherry bombs bombing and fire crackers firing . The fire hissing and warming your coldness . Hung ,drawn and quartered . Bonfire night wasn’t all fun and games before. But it will always be remembered in history forever. Fireworks
Seeing my family is like an array of fireworks,
My uncle Eric saying “you’re late!”,
That’s the usual sparkler,
My cousin saying “how you doing mate?”,
The Catherin wheel, and then,
The showstopper comes out,
“Wow that smells good” says Uncle Ben,
Then the prayers, everyone stops fighting,
And when that’s over they start biting,
Into the delicious meal,
To our grandma we will all kneel,
She would laugh and say,” all right, just carry on eating or we’ll be here all night!”,
The endless talk of football,
Someone taking a surprise call,
Then wishing it happen all over again!
I am a cat and this is my story of the evening of 5th Nov 2016! It all started when I lay down on the sofa and heard a deafening bang from outside. Quick as a flash, I darted under the table to try and drown out the noise. But then, the strangest thing happened. My owners walked straight out of the door!!
“Where are they going?” I wondered. To make matters worse, I saw flames outside. I scampered to the window, and saw a straw man on fire! But my worriedness disappeared when my owners returned to stroke me!
The 5th of November fireworks is an annual British commemoration.
The history begins with the events of the 5th November 1605, when Guy Fawkes a member of the gun power plot was arrested for conspiring against King James I of England.
This celebration marks the fact that King James the I has survived the attempt on his life by people lifting bonfires around London.
It was cold. It was freezing cold. I was waiting for the opposing army to attack. Why am I thinking in the past tense? I don’t know. All I know is that I will probably die today.
We’re standing in lines. Waiting. Then, what’s this? They’re rolling something out. It looks like a cannon. They’re lighting it now. It’s… beautiful, so many colours, so bright. Wait, it’s tearing through our lines. What is it, this weapon of death and beauty? My friends, my companions, all dead or dying. An explosion rocks the blood-soaked ground, and everything fades to black.
Fireworks
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How we love you so,
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How beautiful you are,
We go to events to see you
You’re a treat to see,
And fun to watch,
That’s why we love you so much.
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How we love you so,
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How beautiful you are.
You’re loud and sometimes you make me jump,
But as loud as you may be
We still like it when you whistle,
And we like it when you go bang go bang!
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How we love you so,
Fireworks oh fireworks,
How beautiful you are,