Ross's Writing Blog

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.