Thinking about what we have been learning about Dunkirk in lessons, can you write 100 words around the idea of being trapped?
Thinking about what we have been learning about Dunkirk in lessons, can you write 100 words around the idea of being trapped?
I can remember these past few days just like it was yesterday. The days were the worst days of my life it was just a huge risk. Once you see an airplane you just dive down on to the ground and hope that you don’t die. I was close to dying. It felt like you were trapped on an island it was horrible I always feared that I would die, but I was one of the lucky people. I spent days on the beach before we got rescued. I felt a huge relief the day I was saved. I’m grateful.
I’ve been trapped on this treacherous beach for a week now and I’m still miles away from the front of the line. Nobody has seen a boat for two hours and over one thousand men have died. I am so scared, and also so thirsty: I pulled the cold metal flask up to my lips to drain the last few drops, and felt the burning sensation in my throat grow stronger. I suddenly heard the drone of a Nazi fighter jet preparing to bomb and threw myself down onto the cold, damp sand. I don’t know how much longer I can last on this beach.
Trapped. With nowhere to go. The pack of wolves chased after us as we reached a dead end. New York city was not what it used to be, with fearsome wolves roaming around day and night. The wolves’ icy stare chilled me to the bone. I looked around me. My friend Axel was trying to climb over the wall. The wolves had spotted him. They turned their attention to him. And they jumped up to wall, pulled Axel down and tore him apart, limb from limb. This was my chance. I ran away, the wolves following me in hot pursuit…
The last thing she remembered was a flash of a bloody scar and a glistening car window smash. The screeching of the wheels still echoed around her head and a sharp pain was on a train crashing into every living cell in her skull. She sat bolt up right and tried to scream for help, but nothing came out, only a cold frosty breeze. Kicking and shoving she knocked something, something hard, she moved again and there it was, the rock-solid glass that surrounded her. Her mouth opened to scream but all that came out was “I’m trapped, trapped deep.”
As I sailed towards the vast beach, I see bedraggled soldiers lining up tensely to get on the boats. I was frightened. This was the first time I sailed solo. I’m 16. only 16! Here I am sailing alone. I’m going back! No, I can’t those muted solders need me. They are really quiet and in formation not moving at all. Why are they not moving?! The germans can bomb them at any time! Suddenly, they are cheering wildly for us this feels amazing. I’m going to try and save as many as I can,however many trips it takes.
I lay anxiously on the wet sand with raw air chilling my palms. Just waiting. Trapped on the beach. I could hear past the horizon a chilling buzz noise that slightly pricked my ears. I could feel my heart pumping faster, and the sound coming closer. As a few seconds passed, I felt like my icy heart was in my mouth. By now I was pouring with sweat. My heart was thumping like a jack hammer as I saw the slight silhouette of a German bomber plane. People were yelling as I went into crash position. Then I blacked out…
I was trapped. Totally isolated from the real world.
My story starts on January 27th 1945, the day my life changed forever.
The piercing sound of the guard’s whistle woke me up. Startled, I got into line for roll call and then for a long day of working hard and getting beaten. Suddenly we saw British trucks moving towards us. I could see the looks of panic on the guards’ pale faces. Some ran off, some ran to burn the records of the terrible things that they did to us. Maybe I would get out. Maybe I would be saved.
Dear diary, Were trapped! Surrounded by the evil and vindictive Hitler we are stuck in hot and cold beach of Dunkirk. I only see one mole boat, thinking to myself and saying ‘MY LIFE IS SPARED! thinking about my family are they being boomed my fellow soldiers and friends are being boomed , as soon as u hear the plane you know your life is at threat I hate my life I hate Hitler IM ONY 14 and am fighting for war it doesn’t look like the British are wining life is sad
WILL WRITE WILLIAM WALKER BRUCE, love Britain
Trapped. I was hungry. All I could do was wait. I was missing my family more than ever. The leaflets drifting all over the sand had a single handwritten message “Surrender! We’ve won.” BANG! A body fell. Another, and another, and another. I wanted to cry for hours but knew my friends would think less of me if I did. That’s when I saw the boats. That’s when I realised there was hope, real hope. My heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest! …I remember the rush of adrenaline clearly, like it was yesterday.
Year 6 – loving your 100 word challenges! It is such a skill to be able to write briefly and to choose the right words for effect. Well done!!!