hi this is my new HWC on the prompt then everything went black i hope you like it but if you don’t then oh well. here it is!
I had no idea why I was here on kolbaliha road. Not many people ever come back.
It was the only market though, and all kinds of people would be at this market, including murderers and criminals.
I wove through the thick crowd, keeping my head down and hoping nobody would notice me.
I kept my mind focused on my task: find some food and get home without somebody killing you. Seemed simple at the time, but now it seems impossible.
In the corner of my eyes I saw a flash of silver coming towards me.
Then everything went black.
here is my HWC on the prompt it rushed towards us
Rain was coming, they had said. At the time none of us had believed them, but as it rushed towards us we wondered how we had ever thought it wouldn’t come.
At first, we rejoiced, happily dancing around as our dry crops became happy plants, springing up and swaying in the breeze, as if they were dancing. But our joy quickly turned into horror.
There was too much water. It covered everything, and we watched helplessly in our drenched clothes as the nearby river overflowed, sending a dark wall of water towards us.
Will we live through tonight? Will we?
I SWEAR that seal is laughing at me.
I grasped the rock ledge and spat saltwater out of my mouth and shook seaweed from my hair.
I brushed back the wet strands and glanced behind me at the tour boat to see many people smirking and trying not to laugh.
I grasped the ledge tighter, glaring at them, daring them to laugh
I let go of the ledge and struggled through the waves, my wet clothes pulling me down, the salt water blurring my vision as I paddled toward the boat.
I gave them a final glare and got on.
Rowan said that Charles was Laure’s imaginary friend and I was interested in that because I thought Charles had just been made up by Laure because he was doing those things and wanted to see how his parents would react without getting himself in trouble.
Tara mentioned how Laure might have been feeling and I had never thought of that or why Laure was acting like he was.
Tara mentioned that Laure might have wanted to make his parents proud and I think that was interesting to say because to me he didn’t act like that.
Charlie mentioned how the kid might have felt which interested me because I didn’t think of the kid as a main character so I thought it was interesting that Charlie used the kid in this.
- The main character was the dad and his son Laurie.
Laure wears jeans, a shirt and a belt and it never says what the dad wears.
The dad was concerned about ‘Charles’ and how ‘Charles’ was going to influence his son.
- I think that the dad wants his son to have a good education and a happy life and I’m not sure what the son wants.
I think he wants this maybe because he had a bad education or he wants his son to have success with his life.
- The end leaves the character hanging with the “Charles? We don’t have a Charles in the class” so it doesn’t say if the dad is successful with his wish.
The obstacle is probably that Charles is apparently there and might be a bad influence.
- I’m not sure if the characters changed because like I said before it ends with a cliff-hanger and doesn’t say if there is success or if the characters have learnt anything.
His son might have learnt to be better, because apparently Charles “gave the crayons around and he picked up the books afterward”. This might have been the case if Laurie was actually Charles.
- The author made this realistic by making it in the world we live in and having problems that might occur here, and not in some fantasy land with fairies and dragons and made it set in everday places: a school and a house.
The disasters were probably this mythical “Charles’s” influence on Laurie and the fact that, as we learnt later, there is no “Charles in the class”
The setting is helpful because, as I said before they are everyday places most people know.
This is a world where it’s mostly the same as our world with people and schools and parents and teachers and etc., etc., ect,…
The violin sat on that Scarlet cushion in front of the window looking onto the recently watered garden.
It’s sitting there very still and gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.
This might sound strange, but it was a very annoying violin.
Perfect and gleaming, not a single blemish or stain visible on it.
I felt insulted.
Here in this house, none of us are anywhere NEAR to perfect. And none of us play the violin.
At school people tease us for this, but the violin was the final straw.
I glared at it harshly, imagining smashing it to a billion pieces.
It was a pretty much normal day. A light shower of rain fell softly over my shoulders as I made my way towards my house, and small birds flew overheard.
But then the flash made me jump. It was followed by 5 more forks of lightning stabbing across the sky towards the earth.
My arms tingled and a slight shiver ran up my spine towards my head.
The shock was big. My mind delayed for a split second before sending the vital message to my head: RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I pelted to home, knowing one fact.
There are never storms here. Never.