Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
…the fumes…
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:
…the fumes…
I can’t wait to read them!
I was on my own walking down the beach when I spotted something odd. Very odd in fact. It was a great big grey mouth opening towards me. A cave. Now usually a cave is in the woods where an old witch lives. This was on the beach. Odd. I walked inside curiously when I spotted damp liquid on the wall. I reached out and touched it. Blood. My mind buzzed. Then I saw it.
At first it was just a bone. Not just-a-bone. A bloody rotten bone. And thats when I spotted the figure. It was a mild shape in the shadows. Then it spoke.
“How dare you trespass on my property! You shall perish!” it screamed. He came out of the darkness covered in jewellery. He was a pirate. Then he sprayed fumes from a container in my face and I was out. Black. Pure black of the pirates flag.
Great suspense building, you really don’t know who or what the figure is!
The plane was falling. It had run out of fuel halfway through its journey. Now it was on an island. The plane was battered and broken, with its wing stretching to the top of a cliff. From the top he saw a sort of smoke. They were fumes! He was smiling, because he knew this would lead him to a new adventure. He was climbing up the plane when it slightly rocked, so he sped up. At the top he saw what the fumes were from. Giant mushrooms that had been irritated by the broken wing of the plane!
I love the idea of giant mushrooms! What will your character do with them? Will he use them to survive?
Love the relation to hatchet!
Stella ran up the never-ending mountain as tears poured down her cheeks. She didn’t stop until she got to the top and when she did she just sat, sat and thought about what had happened over and over for hours and hours watching the sun go down, not even noticing the fumes that were filling her lungs and burning her eyes. As she lay her head down she stared at the twinkling stars and the shining planets and whispered,
“Sorry for everything.”
A kind looking man appeared and replied,
“There’s no need to apologise, Stella, it wasn’t your fault.”
Fumes are gases or vapour that usually smell bad or are dangerous to inhale.
Some fumes are dangerous, and can cause death or illness, for example carbon monoxide is a gas caused by fires. It’s a heavy gas so it stays near the floor and can knock you out and then you suffocate.
Fumes can be useful too. Bee keepers smoulder fuels in a smoker. Smouldering is when you don’t burn things completely and lots of smoke is made. The smoke fumes make the bees think there is a fire. They eat as much honey as possible and become drowsy.
Dear Mother and Father,
It’s horrible down here. The trenches are overrun with rats; the horrid diseases they spread and the thought that at night they will be running on your face and nibbling your toe nails. Then there are the lice, the little bugs that run wild all over your body, sucking at your blood. The scratching in my head was unbearable, you would barely recognise me as I opted to shave my hair clean off. The worst bit is the smell of the battle, the fumes of the gas burn our eyes and hurt my throat.
From Niko
I like how you have made it into a letter JUDE
Thick fog clouds my vision, rolling in fast and intoxicating me with its potent smell. It fills the tiny cabin, swallowing it whole. Is this the end? A small selfish part of me welcomes the chance of escaping what had become of my life. This world. Perhaps there’s something after death, but that risk isn’t worth taking. Or is it? I push the lingering thought away and use the smoke to distract myself. Now is not the time. The whole city is relying on me to battle the fumes. I am their hope. I am here to survive for them.
The fumes were stronger this time. I can smell it. My name is Commander John Snowfelt from the US army and if you are hearing this, I may be dead. It all started when North Korea released an experimental chemical generator into Earth’s atmoshere containing the chemical ZX-48. Ever since then they’ve been controlling the output of the gas, therefore intoxicating the people below. However, you are Earth’s last hope. Go to the coordinates on the back of this communicator, give the comm unit to the men and show them who you are. (Korean guy shouts) (scream) (gunshots) (static) (long silence).
I never knew until too late. The disintegrating whisps of grey ribbon slowly died into the cool night breeze. Hopelessly I had watched it burn. Everything I knew, gone, fallen into the cruel heart of glowing ember. All earth and knowledge floated away from my aching head. Oblivious to everything, my brain isolated itself from me, almost as if it was ashamed of my stubborn actions. It all had happened too quickly. The last thing I heard was the wailing siren, and the screeching of tyres. Too late, I thought, too damn late. And as I lay there, motionless on the concrete the heap of orange debris finally gave up and turned as dark as the skies above.
The fumes were rather overpowering. I was standing in the darkened cricket pitch with my Mum and Dad waiting for more of the same. This happens once a year and tonight was turning out to be the best one ever. The air was cold, the crowd of eighty looked up in anticipation, our eyes wide with excitement. Suddenly “whoosh!”, the rockets hurtled space-wards at tremendous speed. They pierced the night sky in an explosion of bright, glittering colour. Then, more noise, more rockets turning the inky blue stage into a dazzling display of red, orange, yellow, blue and green. Magic!
100 word challenge prompt fumes
By Tom. D. Williams
Creating fumes the term “fume” is frequently misapplied. Fumes are, generally speaking, particulates and are formed when a metal rapidly oxidizes (burns) and the particles coalesce. Often times, in the common vernacular, the word “fume” is incorrectly applied to gases and vapors’. Thus, there is no such thing as carbon monoxide fumes, there is no such thing as gasoline fumes, there is no such thing as solvent fumes, and there is no such thing as paint fumes. In each of the above cases, the airborne material is either a “gas” or vapors.
The fumes
One of the world’s worst smelling items is Surströmming, a Swedish fermented sour herring dish. It takes 6 months to rot enough to be eaten. Did you know it can only be eaten outdoors because the smell is so bad?
Did you know that some people like the smell of the top of babies heads?
The world’s most expensive perfume, however, is £1430000, which is a lot. Who would buy that?
My worst smell is perfume and one of my favorites is the smell of food on the bbq.
What is your favourite smell or least favourite one?
My favorite smell is the washing machine.
Also, I like the smell of lemon car/air fresheners.
(Don’t judge me!!!)
As the fumes hit me I was thinking of Cara.
I hoarsely began to laugh. Cara at this time? God my life was messed up. Cara, the girl I loved, then beat to death in a frenzied outburst? She was gone. Gone where I could not save her… not that I had any regrets. I mean, she was pretty, her face at that angle, her hair the colour of chestnuts and…no. No, I never loved her. But the fumes screamed her name at me again and again. So as my vision darkened, the face in my mind was hers. And I hate her for that.
That if nothing else.