Speed+writing

From Bored Panda
 * Criteria:**
 * - to start at least 2 sentences with 'ed' or 'ing' verbs**

Swaying in the breeze, Lyla crouched at the base of the tree. Twisted roots created a comfortable nook for her to shelter in until the storm passed. Cracking lightning shuddered the ground, and Lyla screamed, covering her ears desperately. The purple fronds jittered with electric blue charge, stinging Lyla like jellyfish tentacles every time they touched her. By Emma

The soft wind carried the branches of the calm lavender willow as I stared in awe at the heavenly site that stood before me. Twinkling in the patient air, the emerald trees joined me, watching dreamily. Clinging to it's roots, the precious tassels swayed under the tranquil sun, as the autumn leaves presented a warm carpet. Dodging the sweeped up piles, I stumbled over the pudgy roots of the majestic tree.The pleasant chirping of the native birds filled the air as they fluttered from branch to branch. Exposed in the open, the vibrant colours of the flowers bloomed in the distance, enchanting the already magical grove.It was truly an exquisite view, I couldn’t help but stare. Krisha

Cautiously, I walked past the twisted arms of the tree. The violet flowers glowed exquisitely, drawing me in. Drawing me in to the willow. Breathing hard, I wiped my hand on the branch. I was greeted with thick brown sap. I wiped it across my sweaty brow and felt rejuvenated. Hoping dearly, I captured the sap to revive him. A magenta flower fell onto my cheek; the flower smelled heavenly. I looked up at the remaining flowers. Majestically they swayed in the wind, these were the last of them. The last of this years. Pranav



Beatrice stumbled onto the narrow ridge. Her arms swayed, her heart pounded. Crouching, the tears silently fell. Behind her the crowd stared. They didn't care if she lived or died. Why should they, this was a one mans world. A look of disgust past her face. This was one world where dying was probably better than living. Rigid with hatred and fear, she silently said goodbye to her family. She didn't expect to live to see them again, to tell them how much she loved them. Breathing heavily, her heart tearing, she stepped forth. Beatrice plunged into the veil of darkness. Tucked like a ball, her hair and rags whipped into a frenzy,as if telling her how stupid she was, as if to scream at her for ever doing this. But it was too late now. By Adithi

Tris stumbled, she never wanted this to happen. Joining Dauntless was much harder than she expected. She was offered help to mount on top of the large wall, but she turned it down; she wanted to prove herself worthy of the dauntless faction, she wanted people to think she was ‘Dauntless material.’ So she jumped, she didn’t expect what to come across at the bottom of the hole. Swinging her arms while plummeting she reached for the net beneath her. Tris couldn’t believe she just did that. By Katie

Felixette gazed down the three-story building. It felt so far away, but she knew she had to do it. As her fellow gangsters cheered her on, she waddled over to the ledge and took a deep breath. She stumbled and tripped on her dress and fell unwillingly. Strangely as she fell, gigantic udders and skinny, piercing tentacles grew out of her. When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, huge outstretched wings flew out of her and she caught her balance. Hovering in the air, she let out a roar and dashed away into the night sky. By Daniel

From: Distractify

From the outside it looked fairly normal, sure it was old and overgrown but it still resembled a prison. The inside however was surreal and hallucinatory; each cell’s wall was long ago a lime green but now only flakes of that paint remained clinging to the damp surface. Some of the rooms contained a bed (although only the rusting frame of one) and most housed a pale toilet that seemed to be fading, slowly dying of starvation and thirst. The people who built the place had clearly made no attempt to hide the broken pipes. They protruded out from around halfway across the left side of the enclosure. That’s what it seemed like to Johnson, an enclosure. It drained a man’s humanity away over the time that was his sentence, be it a lifetime or a few days. No one could be exposed to the creatures that survived in this place without their own sanity slowly eroding.

Felix

From: Distractify

The Ferris Wheel creaked eerily, spinning slowly, around in circles.

Round and round it went, just as it had done for 50 years.

But this time, it was different.

There was no long continuous queues infront of the giant Wheel.

There was no familiar scent of popcorn dipped in unhealthy but delicious layers of melted butter.

There was no smell of sugar-coated pink candyfloss, and there definitely wasn't any more of the joyful laughter of children.

Everyone was gone. Only the Ferris Wheel remained. What once was a happy, wonderful, joyous amusement park had become an abandoned, sad, lonely place. By Eurodias

The clouds floated through the pale blue sky,without a care in the world. Sarah wished she could be like that. She paced through the abandoned theme park, feeling depressed. She had loved the theme park with all its games and rides. This was the place of her childhood memories. Now it was going to be torn down. The theme park workers left yesterday. Sarah felt so helpless as she stared at the lonely ferris wheel, that used to be so bright and full of life. The rollercoasters used to be glossy and coated with paint, now the paint is peeling and the rails are rusted. The sun set as the theme park had its last moment of glory and the trees bowed down in its honor. Everything became silent as the night fell. The ferris wheel waved goodbye as Sarah gloomily trudged back to her house. Angela Yee

The tall, leafless, trees brushed the clouds away, separating the white fluff in the sky. Everyone had drifted away and left- left the horrid, haunting, horror behind. Now was the time for me to leave as well- but I can't. I sat on the Ferris wheel for the last time and all I heard were ghastly shouts and screams. It belted me in its grasp. It started spinning round and round making me sicker by the thought of doing another round. So many people have left and I should have gone with them but I am stuck and scared in this nasty place. What did I do to deserve this punishment? No one came for another five minutes of spinning. I could tell now that I would die here. By Angela Singh

Creaking in the harsh wind, the dusty Ferris wheel slowly stopped turning, juddering as it came to a halt. The windswept trees eerily swayed, its dry, twisted branches crackling like evil laughter. By Aarti

I looked around. Black ashes every where, broken boards everywhere. I strolled around looking at the damaged debris. The only thing left in this amusement park was the London eye. How could I let this happen? The clouds have dawned as if they have betrayed on me. The dark night scattered the sky. Now the eerie trees are swayed, giving me the shivers. Now I'm left all alone in this midnight terror of hell. Malisha

The once known place had been abandoned. As I walked, I heard creepy noises. A bunch of trees were dangling against the soft wind. The trees were as old as an endangered animal: sad, gloomy and lonely, waiting for death. Staying in the same position, the rusted Ferris wheel stayed frozen, without a single difference after all that happened. The blanket of clouds floated in the baby blue sky as the dry grass swiveled around. I walked closer and closer and felt the rusty metal and the torn paint in my very own hands, as I brought back my dusted memories. Puja