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About Ross Mannell

Photographer & Video/DVD/CD producer (amateur & non-profit), primary school teacher (retired but still involved in education). Equestrian events announcer at two country shows. At different levels I work with 16 schools, 3 dance schools & assorted community groups.

#100WCGU – Wk100 – Prompt: 1st letter of each line to be “C” – 100 words – “Colin” including 100 “C”s

Colin Calvin Cucclecorn couldn’t count. Colin’s cousin, Cheryl Carla Cucclecorn, could.

Clare and Chad Cucclecorn, caring custodians, concerned for their countless child, “Can’t Colin comprehend counting’s a common cleverness?”

Cheryl cared for Colin and considered careful concepts, “Can Colin comprehend and count in contrasting communications?”

Cheryl called Colin, “Colin Cucclecorn, come play computer.”

Colin couldn’t believe as Carla compressed the keys. In clear, concise cacophony the channel conversed in Calabrian.

Colin copied, “Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque.”

Colin Calvin Cucclecorn could count in Calabrian, a confusion for Clare and Chad Cucclecorn.

Colin can count!” they called.

Colin Cucclecorn confirmed, “Sì.”

Si

 

Saturday Centus – Wk#171 – Prompt: “Ground control to Major Tom” – 105 words in romance style– “Maren”

Maren’s golden curls draped loosely on her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes gazed at the boy she knew was her true love.

He hadn’t noticed her so she made the first move, “Ground control to Major Tom.”

Tom looked up angrily from his mission task, his epaulets glinting in sunlight.

“Go away! You can’t be in space.”

Momentarily upset by the rebuff, Maren had an idea.

“Major Tom, it’s Princess Leia. Please save me from Darth Vader.”

Tom’s eyes lit up, “Okay, I’ll rescue you.”

They passed the afternoon fighting aliens. Maren may be only five but she knew the way to this boy’s heart.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2013 in 3. Short Stories for Children

 

#100WCGU – Wk99 – Prompt: … the air was expectant… – 104 words – “Play”

The air was expectant as students waited their call. It was time for the annual school play. Rehearsals had gone well. Backdrops had been painted, performance bugs smoothed out (mostly), positions learned, lighting and sound made ready.

An audience of parents and friends had gathered. The cue came. The play began.

Narrators introduced Dorothy and Toto. Somewhere over the rainbow the Munchkins awaited their guest.

The smiles on the audience faces told a story of pride and their enjoyment of an evening brightened by their children. Was the performance perfect? That would spoil the fun.

The air had been expectant and was now fulfilled.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

This backdrop artwork was prepared by the children in the play. If you wish to make use of it, please contact me so I can seek permission from the school.

 

Saturday Centus – Wk#170 – Prompt: “I fell into a ring of fire…” – 107 words – “Seed”

I fell into a ring of fire…the old man of the tribe began.

Children, “Weren’t you burned?”

Smiling, “No, it wasn’t like the fire we sit near.”

“What was it?”

Continuing, “It was the fire of enlightenment.”

“What did it light?”

“Knowledge… My eyes were opened. I could finally see.”

“Were you blind before?”

“My eyes could see but I couldn’t.”

He saw their confusion.

He held up a seed, “Do you see the plant this will be?”

They replied they couldn’t.

“Yet it’s there waiting to grow. So it is with knowledge.”

The children were lost in discussion. The old man had planted the seed.

This is the graphic from the Saturday Centus site.

This is the graphic from the Saturday Centus site.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

 
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Posted by on July 26, 2013 in 2. Saturday Centus

 

#100WCGU – Wk98 – Prompt: photo – 100 words – “School”

I’ve heard people say you could fry an egg in the heat when the temperature had reached only the low 30sC. Memories of my first school came to mind.

It was summer when I first arrived. A drought had been raging for two years. The grass still remaining was brown, dead. Waterholes were dry. Animals sought any midday shelter. The daily temperature in the shade reached 47C.

I tested the old saying. I’d left a frying pan in the sun, cracking an egg. The egg sizzled before starting to burn. No metaphor, it was hot enough to burn an egg.

This is the graphic from the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups site.

This is the graphic from the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups site.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

 

Saturday Centus – Wk#169 – Prompt: photo and “how do you like to go up in a swing” – 110 words – “Ready!”

The sound of children laughing, memories now long passed.

How do you like to go up in a swing?” my father had asked.

“Higher, daddy!” I begged.

The feeling of weightlessness before gravity pushed me back along my pendulum course was the childhood experience setting me on a path to my future. I enjoyed the feelings of weightlessness and had begged my father to make it last longer.

“Ready!”

Tethered with nothing more than a lifeline, I launched myself into the weightless void now so familiar. I am a specialist. My task is to keep my craft fit for humans as we explore the asteroids in search of mineral riches.

This is the prompt picture from the Saturday Centus site.

This is the prompt picture from the Saturday Centus site.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

Schools and students have permission to use this graphic for non-commercial, educational purposes.

 
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Posted by on July 18, 2013 in 2. Saturday Centus

 

#100WCGU – Wk97 – Prompt: Heat – 100 words – “First Light”

Nothing… a burst of matter… expansion… form… planets… growth… billions of years of marvellous creation. We sit seemingly alone in the vastness of space. I marvel at what we are yet to discover in the universe.

Alarm, the clock beckons me to rise.  The first touch of warming sunlight caresses my face, my thoughts soon lost to reality.

A new day begins. The sound of giggling children echoes through the house. The world awakes to their joy.

Laughter… rush… excitement… the children ready for a picnic on a summer’s day. Play… fun… cuddles… hugs. Heat, the warmth of family love.

 

Saturday Centus – Wk#168 – Prompt: photo – 100 words – “Metaphor”

An enigma, an unsolvable mystery yet there they lie, unseen movement, taking their course. There have been many suggestions why or how.

My mind, empirical, tells me to find why but, for a moment, I pause and think more of fantasy or symbolism. They move because they are a metaphor for our lives. They have direction, seemingly random, yet they journey along their course until one day their journey ends.

The empirical mind returns.

Movement is an action of wind, ice, water and slippery clay. I take one small step along my course through life, a metaphor for their journey.

This is the prompt photo from the Saturday Centus blog.

This is the prompt photo from the Saturday Centus blog.

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2013 in 2. Saturday Centus

 

#100WCGU – Wk96 – Prompt: photo – 100 words – “Kelads!”

They stood contemplating their plan. Five kept their eyes fixed forward, scanning those passing, looking for weakness. To the right, Ninja was ready for action, his eyes hidden behind his mask.

“These humans are clueless,” whispered Ninja.

Another softly chuckled, “Taking over Earth is gunna be easy.”

One whispered, “These ape creatures are so dumb. The Kelad are amongst them.”

So intent they were on their own superiority none had noticed a grey stood nearby, “MI5, Agent 004.5 here. Go!”

Before the Kelad could react, garbage trucks appeared, tipping the contents into the crusher.

“MI5, invasion threat over. Well done.”

This is the photo prompt from the #100WCGU blog site.

This is the photo prompt from the #100WCGU blog site.

 

Saturday Centus – Wk#167 – Prompt: photo – 100 words – “Prettier?”

Each year my father raised an old flag, its threads frayed with time. I’d wondered why he did this. Mostly, he proudly flew a flag unweathered by time, replaced with a new when needed.

I remember so well when I was ten, “Daddy, why do raise that flag each year? The new ones look prettier.”

He sat me down and explained he now thought me old enough to understand. He spoke of comradeship, sacrifice and loss and the part the old flag played.

My father long passed, each year I raise a special flag and remember those who came before.

This is the graphic from the Saturday Centus writing challenge.

This is the graphic from the Saturday Centus writing challenge.

 
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Posted by on July 2, 2013 in 2. Saturday Centus