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Global Explorers by Mrs Pratt - 4M ago

It was 2 minutes past twelve, and Johnny was roaming in the abandoned movie theatre. The scent of warm popcorn wafted to his nostrils. Was this smell real, or was it a ghost like him? Tentatively, he was grabbing for a chocolate when the sound of the movie projector starting startled him.

Suddenly, a group of translucent ghosts appeared in the hallway. Raucous, the ghost party filled the theatre and sprawled on the seats.

A terrified scream almost escaped Johnny’s lips. He stopped himself just in time… They mustn’t hear him! Silently, he tiptoed up to the projection room and there…

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Global Explorers by Mrs Pratt - 5M ago
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Showcased piece for the 100 word challenge, week 5:

Shaunn’s piece had me in fits of laughter… I never expected this take on the prompt! Well done for your use of humour Shaunn!

“Aaawwww” all the children screamed as I plummeted into the school gates,  into the principles office I had my eyes closed so i didn’t actually  know where I was. As I opened my eyes I see my principle passed out on the floor. I walked up to a peace of paper and wrote: my mum and dad were busy today so I decided  to drive to school I was doing really well but I didn’t understand the instructions to put it into park I accidentally crashed into the school. So here is five dollars to pay for the damages done.

If you would like to visit Shaunn’s blog to leave him a comment, click here.

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The 100 word piece that I selected for this week’s 100 Word Challenge was Dean’s.

Dean did an excellent job of creating an evocative atmosphere and a memorable character… and this only using 100 words… what do you think?

“When did it arrive?”  I asked myself. “when did this man arrive? Was he born? Is he an alien? The man I’m talking about is my next door neighbour. I live in an apartment, there is only a wall between us. He smells rotten. When I was sleeping or eating I smell him. I went to his apartment to complain, I looked in and all of his rooms was covered with dirty socks, muddy shorts and over date food. Then he came, he was wide as he was smelly, this is the story of Ethan Beckett the fat lazy hobo.

If you would like to head to Dean’s page to leave him a comment, click here.

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