Thursday, 1 March 2012
Jack B's 100 Word Challenge
The local newsagent was daunting me with its one pound offers. I rushed into the cramped garage at the bottom of the garden to get my bike. At two hundred miles an hour, I was just a few metres from the shop. BANG!!!! The whole street fell and collapsed. I gasped. A gigantic ball zoomed into the pathway. It looked like a big ball of clay. Everyone rose from their shock. I touched it. ATCHOO!!!! The street fell back down again. They started saying “We are dead! We are dead” in unison. I ignored them and walked to the shop.