Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…the planes came…
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…the planes came…
Darkness fell over London. Every light in the city was extinguished waiting for the bombs to fall. There was blood red in the sky: a red so intense it put the fire that would later fall over the city to shame. Then they came. A swarm of black covered the red sky plunging the capital into darkness. The swastikas barely visible in the darkening night. They worked like bees; fast and organised, accurate and deadly. There were more of them than ever before, taking their positions across the sky. The heavens opened and then the bombs began to fall.
GOOD
The shiny Nazi planes shot over panicked London, dropping bombs rapidly blowing up homes. One pilot was doing this against his will; he had been captured in combat and was made to bomb his home city. He wanted to fly away happily, but he couldn’t because if he tried the other scratched German planes would shoot him down quickly. He had a daring plan. It was to jump out of the plane. Before he jumped he took one last look at his ID card. His last words before he jumped were: I am proud to be called Jake. Then he jumped.
So happy to see that Jake has made a dramatic return!
GOOD
I was wrestling with my brother when I heard it. Our mum told us to go to bed so we crept upstairs and crawled onto a mattress. Something was tugging at my brain but I couldn’t get hold of it. Then I remembered.
“Mum,” I shouted, “we forgot to put up the blackouts!”
Then to my horror, I heard a low ‘chug-chug’ sound from above us and the swooping of the dive bombers. I froze, rigid. Too scared to move. Then there was a thud that shook the ground and an ear deafening explosion. I peeked out of the window and there climbing up our wall to my window was a Nazi.
Great to see you using your speech punctuation skills!
GOOD
Fickle as a young girl’s heart,
Weather played a vital part.
Forecast winds could change and veer
A navigator’s constant fear.
In spite of every new device
All crews feared the demon ice.
The leather cap
The sweaty hands
Trying to thwart
The Nazi’s plans.
Do not despair for Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound as Johnny underground.
Fetch out no shroud for Johnny-in-the-cloud;
He is somewhere where he cannot be found.
And keep your tears for him in after years.
Better by far for Johnny-the-bright-star,
To keep your head and see his children fed.
GOOD
The planes blacked out the sky. A billion billion Nazi bombers all flying in unison. The first bombs dropped. A loud bang was heard across London. A building collapsed. Anti-aircraft guns added to the noise. RATATATAT and a plane dropped out of the sky. Flames erupt from the wrecked bomber. Another casualty. Day breaks. A train station was hit. Evacuees cry. Trains bellow steam and with a CHUG CHUG they’re away. Old, creaking house. Bossy housekeeper. Mean lord. Radio crackling. Everyone listening. The D-Day landings begin. Beaches of Dunkirk. Shots fired. More casualties. This is the problem with war.
GOOD
Once there was a girl called Olivia. One day she thought: I’m much cleverer than anyone I know, I’m 13 and doing GCSE maths, English and science. I want to work with the air force. It has been my life-long dream. I must do it.
So one day she went to her father and said,
“Daddy I want to join the air force.”
Her father ignored her and said,
“Ok.”
She was aggravated and explained,
“When the plains fly in its your fault.”
And in 1939 on the 10th of September the planes flew in and sadly bombed Olivia’s father.
GOOD
I was sitting in the back garden seeing my favorite planes go by. I always wanted to be a pilot, seeing all the lovely clouds and controlling all of the important things. I didn’t want to be any old pilot, I wanted to be an army pilot, Mum and Dad would support me and all my friends would be impressed. There it was! My favorite plane flew by. Every day I would just wait until my favorite plane would flew by and it always did! I always wrote stories to encourage young kids to be army pilots….. just like me.
GOOD
The beaten up, old, chewed-on plastic plane was flying in. The parachutes with the cool comics logo on them were dropped. As the plastic men (still attached to their parachutes, as you do) scoured the area the plastic soldiers on Mount Bed spotted them. As they jumped/fell off the neck breaking height, they screamed after the fleeting parachute soldiers. They had them cornered. Then there was a monstrous roar coming from the stairs. The soldiers were instantly paralysed as they fell to the ground. A new chemical weapon apparently called ‘dinner’ had frozen them. But not for long…
A very original response to the prompt, Louis! I was picturing the Toy Story army troopers!
GOOD
The sky was blackened with a thousand Nazi bombers. The home guard always do a good job to take down the bombers, but they let them slip this time. Shiny pieces of shrapnel fell from the sky; like the rain had been replaced with sharp pieces of iron. I ran to my Anderson shelter; ducking for cover every time I heard the crash of a bomb. I was finally safe inside, crossing my fingers that my house would not come crashing down in the raid. I waited. Just as I thought it was safe to go out, the bomb fell..
A siren tugged at our ears telling us to go down to the bunker. I didn’t go. I listened to the anti-aircraft shooting a rapid fire of juggernaut bullets that were as big as my bare hands. I peeped my eye out of the window to see the ricochet between the Nazi aircraft. They got one! It was spinning in spirals spreading the sound of a car horn. Smoke was lashing out of the plane as it gradually came closer and closer. I made a run for it a metal peaked dragon fly was raining down on to our house, my family haven’t yet noticed. I was still at the house glaring out of a window then running from a crashing plane .The plane crashed through the house leaving nothing but debris and standing at the door on a lifted tiling and nothing beside me just a run down destroyed house .
Many different types of planes were used in World War 2, there where fighter aircraft, bombers, transport and many more. Here are a few of them:
A Supermarine Spitfire is a British fighter aircraft that has only one seat. it was mainly used by the Royal Air Force. The spitfire was the most popular plane and still 53 spitfires are airworthy
A Short Stirling was the first four engined heavy bomber used in the second world war. It was designed by the Short Brothers. It entered service in early 1936 when the more popular design by Supermarine had been abandoned.
100-word challenge prompt THE PLANES WERE COMING
By Tom. D. Williams
12 o’clock that night they came. They all came at the same time, it was torture. First one dropped on my best friend Joe’s house then it was Toby’s house, some little kid in my sister’s class and her mum was a good friend of ours, but also the dad was a member of parliament who we would call a friend. That’s when one dropped on our house it was all in slow motion it hit our fence. Sorry only allowed saying three more words . . . . . . . . . .. WE WERE TRAPPED
BRILLIANT
The planes flew in over the sky
Bombs were dropped and people to die.
Citizens ran underground
Bombshells scattered all around.
The planes flew in over the sky
The Swastika painted on their side.
Them dammed Germans with their guns
Pools of blood reflecting the sun.
Bullets opened people’s chests
Knocking on the doors of death.
The planes flew in over the sky
For some civilians the end was nigh.
Churchill, Hitler, Stalin too
Countless lives and blood they drew.
Who is Neville to decide
We should live by peace and peace abide?
This is the problem with WW2
I’m in danger and so are you.
This is such a cleverly crafted piece of writing, Eugene. I love it, well done! It’s especially effective having such a short, sharp ending.
Hi guys hope you all <3 my hundred words!
The sky was blue and red with a hint of threat. I could hear the storm of smoke rattling out of the engines before I saw the big black thing which looked like a bird – I knew it was the Luftwaffe. I sprinted with all my energy towards the underground, and told everyone I could about it, so they came with me. Most had heard the air raid siren. The tube station was very dusty and full of a cold breeze from the icy air above. We were shocked and nervous as we did not know they would come this early.
It was a late afternoon when they came they came so fast so loud so scary but they just flew the planes just flew around and around just going around for hours. So I told a policeman but they did nothing so I told my dad he did nothing so I just left it but the next day they came back so I just forgot it and then they came back again and I got angry it was always following me. So I threw a stick and it hit the tail and I was free again.
I think that’s a hundred words!