Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Mud!
I can’t wait to read them!
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Mud!
I can’t wait to read them!
He simply could not resist,
The mud puddle he could easily have missed.
As he carelessly tripped into the middle,
The bottom of the puddle he kissed.
He could not have had more fun,
As into the puddle he would run.
Now mudcovered head to toe,
There was no place for the ray of the sun.
After playtime had come to an end,
And much energy he did spend,
It was back again to his home,
And see if Mum’s intolerance would bend.
He stood there before her and squirmed.
She looked at him and stood very firm.
Oh dear…
hope you like this!!!!!!! 😛
Really like the AABA rhythm! Amazing! 🙁
THE DROP
I was ready for the drop. My feet sank into the thick gooey mud, my team had exactly six minutes to get to the prison; we had been dropped by our team’s Chinook. Our mission was to get a team member out of prison.
It was going to be hard but our organisation could do anything,
Organisation Spark. We arrived at the prison gates with five men left. I put in the code for the gates ( I’m the brains you see). We were in. Now all we had to do was get the convict and get out.
This horror story takes place between June the 22nd and the 23rd
Sunday June 22nd 2012
We’ve just moved in to are new house and it’s epic. My brother and I have a bunk bed and everything, it is so fun. I just explored the garden and that is also amazing. I mean there is even a star in the middle of the garden.
Monday June the 23rd 2012
Some strange things have been going on today I mean there have been weird noises but they’re probably nothing. Please help me the house is filled with mud and …
Looking forward to more of this! 🙂
When I was younger I used to love mud, but now I HATE IT!!!!. If you’re wondering why I hate it, sit comfortably and listen now. Well, it all started with me and my sister Fatima playing in the mud. We had an amazing time then suddenly my sister did the biggest jump of all time. Our clothes, our wellies and us were covered in mud, then I shouted as loud as I could. Then I said to Fatima, “I’m going to do a massive revenge on you”. Until that day I am still working out what to do and it is going to be big.
Next time you see my sister Fatima, she will be in shock!
I was walking home from school. Then I saw a crumpled sheet of paper blowing in the breeze. I ran after it and picked it up. It read:
Mellon is very
Edible.
Even
Tramps
Injoy
Nothing but it.
People
Ask
Right
Kuestions
Always
The answer is suited for them
9 is a magic number
:
0 is special
0 even for pessimists
People
Mind!
Together
Oak
Kindle
Is
Light
Like
Alight
Lets
Eat
Xiad
I realised it was a code! The first letter for each of these words was a letter for words. Each paragraph equalled a different word. I read out the code: ‘meet in park at 9:00 pm to kill Alex.’
I froze on the spot. Someone was waiting for a letter from someone else… and I had it. I had to get rid of it! Then hands grabbed me on the neck and the owner of the hands said,
“Give me the letter or your life will pay for it!”
I knew then that I had to escape. Then I saw something on the ground. I could try and throw mud at him!
I was walking through the oozing mud, cloaked by a canopy of sunlight. Then a few acres away I saw a squelchy, slimy, slithering river crossing the muddy path. “This was impossible to go around, through, over or under”, said Tim. For a while I thought how you could defeat this river. It took concentration and no disturbance to think of a way across the river onto the muddy path.”What if I made a dam by using all the logs over in the distant forest?” I built a barbarous dam, which could stop anything apart from water. I put sticks, leaves and twigs on my dam but the monstrous river didn’t back down. What about mud? Tim suddenly saw the light! He finally got across onto the muddy path.
Mud from Subeer
Once a upon a time there was a boy called Edward. He lived near Wick Court, he always went to the farm to help out. But the next day he said, “I am going to help another farmer because my mum and dad said and because he was RICH, I TELL YOU, RICH! So I am packing up and leaving”. The poor farmer said, “once I get the rich farmer I am going to kill him,” he said evilly. “Bye” said Edward. “Bye,” said the farmer, later on that night he made a plan. The next day Edward arrived, he played in the mud and played in the pool and the poor farmer did his plan and he went to the rich farmer and did his plan and he went back and Edward said he will be coming back.
The End
Mud
At Wick Court when we went on the walk, all there was, was mud! Mud, mud and mud! The walk was amazing; it was long, muddy and dirty. The tribe ruled the land with sacred marks. Then there was the bog. First Jimi, then Lee, next me, literally stuck in the mud. It took us ages for us to get out. Lee was the first to get unstuck, then it was me. As I took my first steps out of the bog, I GOT STUCK AGAIN! By this time I was so muddy, I belly-flopped the rest of the way.
100 word challenge prompt MUD
By Tom. D. Williams
On Top Gear you always see the big three racing around a track at 200mph. But, you should not follow their lead. You would have more fun at a different track. Let me tell you how much you’d enjoy yourself with your friends and family in a mud buggy race!
These brilliant mud buggies can reach a whopping 40 mph. The rear wheel drive will help you skid around the really muddy course. Each tyre has its own suspension keeping the car happy and keeping you happy as you do more driving and less stopping. You will finish happy and extremely muddy.
Mudskippers are fish that live out of water on mud near the shore! They have strong front fins so they can push themselves around on land. They live in burrows in the sticky mud. They breathe by having water next to their gills in their mouth so when they breathe in, the water is oxygenated and that way they can breathe through their gills. Mudskippers are very territorial so when another mudskipper is in their territory they rase the fin on their backs, that is usually flat to the body, so it looks like a sail and then attack ferociously.
Mud
By Louis Toogood Sayers
Mud is mostly clay and sand. Mud can be used for many different things, from brown houses to facial beauty treatments.
In Turkey, there are mud baths that ease stress and make you feel good. Mud is supposed to make you very creative and is encouraged by scientists for young children to play with – it is like a play-dough or modelling clay but very natural and good for your skin and general mood. You can buy mud for £30-80 you can get it for pretty much any part of your body, from tummy to eye.
It was the last obstacle. Fear coursed through my veins, my heart,the very thing that kept me alive, slowly killing me. It varied in colour from deep black to bright red, oozing and writhing, just like my insides. My phobia of this had been life-long, just the thought of getting stuck and slowly sinking down made me want to throw up. There was no way to avoid it, it stretched as far as I could see and I’m sure beyond even that. For the thing that that makes me want to run far, far away is: mud.
“Come on Emily don’t be so boring, it is only mud it’s not going to kill you,” said Gemma, squirming around in the mud
“I know it won’t kill you I’m not that stupid but it is all squishy and dirty and I happen to like these clothes!”
“Look I have been very patient with you…”
“No you haven’t!” Emily interrupted
“Let me finish. Wait a minute I’m sinking, help, help!” Gemma screamed
“Hold still I’ll grab your arm!”
As Emily grabbed Gemma’s filthy arm, Gemma tugged her down into the sticky, oozing mud and shouted yes I got you!
I love all these! 🙂
Mud.
One gray night, the clouds went over the little town and rained; the pool of mud bubbled and churned in the rain. The next day the mud stopped bubbling, it was rock hard; it had absorbed all the moisture. Some leaves and the stones curved it like a blanket keeping it moist. Time pursued and all the mud was slowly disappearing. The pool got smaller until it evaporated. The place the mud had been was black and gray, the empty space the mud filled was now a place where people dropped their rubbish and food automatically, not thinking.
Mud!
Squish squash squelch squelch this is so nasty, yuck. Look clay. No it’s cow dung. Well it feels like mud that has become fresh clay. Ok, smell it. I will, sniff, it smells like…. Frank can you hear me?
Mum is that you? Sis? (NO) it’s me your best friend.
Oh man. Anyway what happened?
You smelt the clay and fainted.
You’re saying, I smelt mud, I mean clay, and fainted?!
Yep! Want to smell it again?
Yeah, wait nooo…
Wakey wakey, HELLO?
Ah, this time I remember now
You smell it……..
As it dries the smell gets worse.
maybe we can have 200 words challenge : )
I love your enthusiasm, Josh!
Did you know mud isn’t just the stuff you find in the garden under grass or in the flower beds? It is a substance that is used for medical purposes and also for beauty. In Israel there is Dead Sea mud which is used to treat all sorts of ailments such as skin conditions like eczema and psoriasis. The mud is rich in salts and minerals such as magnesium, sodium, potassium and calcium. It is also anti-bacterial. You can visit the Dead Sea and actually bathe in the mud yourself or buy jars of it to use at home!