The silence was deafening. Stoughton and Morris were
down to their last rocks in the final game of the world cup of curling. Morris,
his face as red as a fire truck, had one chance to steal the game away from
Stoughton. The rock felt heavier than he
remembered, his hands shaking. As the rock left his fingers he turned around
and slowly looked back to see his rock in the 4 foot, an inch away from the
button. It all came down to Stoughton. Cool as a cucumber, he cleaned the
debris off his rock. He gently slid down the ice and released his hand.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
100 Word Challenge Week 20
Chugga Chugga Chugga Choo
CHOO! CHOO! The train whistled as the last few people were
boarding. My family hopped on, well, that was the plan but only my three-year-old
brother Adam made it before the doors slammed shut into my fathers face. As the
train chugged away, my mom was in shock. Adam was miserable. Other passengers didn’t know what to do. To cheer him up a kind elder with grey hair offered him a ham sandwich. As my brother was crying, he saw a hyena try to climb
to the top of his cage. The train
finally came to a complete stop and Adam crawled into my mother’s arms.
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