100 Word Challenge By Pinky Week#15

Talking Garbage Cans?

"Uuuuuggggghhh!"
The garbage truck didn't come again and I had to throw out the trash. I heard people saying that the new garbage cans were alive, they would talk and move. Which was quite odd and bizarre to me, but I wasn't scared of them, in fact, I didn't think that was true.

"Garbage cans talking, ya right, sounds more like a children's story to me."Satisfying myself.

Coming closer, I see nothing extraordinary, no garbage cans talking, so I was right. Until they all started yelling, "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Huuuummmmaaaaannnn!"
 I had no time to think about anything else except .....
"Ruuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn!"

100 Word Challenge By Pinky Week #14

Raining Tears

That day rained with sadness. The rain was my tears dripping down my face. It's been a few weeks since my mother's death, and my room is still filled with puddles of tears. My dad  actually handled it better than me, it was the first time I saw him cry.

We were packing boxes and I got to pack my mom's things. Before I taped the first one, I put my hand in the box and felt her warm hugs, the smell of her favorite perfume, and her loving kisses. Surprisingly, I felt the kiss right on my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw my mom, realizing it was just a dream.

100 Word Challenge By Pinky Week #13

ShipWreck

The sky was graceful lit by stars that someone spilled, our heads were filled with sweet dreams.
 Those dreams soon turned into nightmares when an iceberg crashed into our ship.

We woke up from the loud terrifying noise, realizing that the ocean was consuming our ship.

Figuring out a plan fast, we started nailing wood over the hole, but fighting with the water was already hard enough. The spot just grew and grew, we were losing hope fast, but drowning even faster, which is all I remember. Until, I woke up on an island with everybody else.