Final Task for 2009

Personally, I had SO much fun with Task 43, I would like you to have another chance at it for your final task of 2009.

As Sophie pointed out, technically speaking, a story with precisely 100 words (including the title) is called a DRABBLE. Click here to read a bit more about drabbles.

Please choose one of the following titles (and try to cover all of them between you if you can?):

1. Time
2. Rain
3. Moon
4. Glass
5. Wings
6. Night
7. Fire
8. Silk
9. Sleep
10. Chance

Then write your own drabble (i.e. title + 99 words).

Before you start planning or drafting your drabble, it is essential that you:

• look again at Task 43, to remind yourself of the instructions I gave you then
• read every drabble produced by other students for Task 43
• read every comment the different moderators wrote on each of those drabbles
• list the main, most useful suggestions the moderators gave in response to Task 43
• use all this information to ensure your Task 43 drabble is the best yet!

You can start planning and drafting your drabble straight away; your finished product, however, MUST be posted by midnight on Sunday 13th December.

Who We Are

A man stands outside the front room, he pinpoints the exact position that he is likely to hit. His wild arm hair bristled in the wet November, whilst his eyes seemed to burn with the lands of Hell, and his figure-blessing jeans remain rigid in the unsteady night. There is no doubt of what he is about to do, and yet like an infant without his mother, he is a tourist without his Baedeker. Crowds shatter in attempts to be spared yet another time, to be forgiven again by the almighty Smiter. But, alas this is human nature. Complicated, Loving, Lonely.

Human fortress

A family of seven, three down four more to go. The mother holding a defensive stance in front of her two youngest children, a girl and a boy. While the oldest son stands in front of them all fearlessly, facing my gun. Mother and son looking like identical fortresses protecting it's inhabitants. Son, courageous and strong, his purpose in life soon to be achieved. Mother, looking strong but pleading with her eyes, incapable of stopping her tears journey across her face. Alas! all it took was a BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! They all crumpled to the floor dead and helpless.