100 Word Setting Description

This week we had to write a 100 word setting description. Comment if you think you know what my setting was!

Here is the text if you can't read it in the picture:

Scalding weather, drying the grass. Scrawny, ragged scare crow ageing in the blistering sun, watching a rusty bird bath crumble into small ashes. Dehydrated birds pick at it. Flowers which shone beautifully with lively colour a lifetime ago twist to a dull brown, slowly dying in the eternal heat. The old oak tree's last torn leaves float to the ground, scattering in the wind. Rotten, mouldy fruit surround the tumbled trees. Twiggy bushes stand empty, no berries to be seen, not even one. For the first time, a single cloud shades the land. Hooray! A drop of rain at last!

Sophie F 100wrd fairytale

100 word challenge - ....and when I opened the cupboard door....

As soon as the car pulled up the driveway from a family holiday I raced to the front door, unlocking it quickly. I zoomed inside, not taking any notice of my surroundings, and headed straight for my room. I opened my bedroom door, but all my disappointed eyes saw was an empty room, with only my bed and a few books remaining in sight. I slowly walked nervously down the hallway, clearly hearing giggles and snickers, and when I open the cupboard door two teenagers, dressed in black, were squished into the small storage space. Sure enough, we'd been robbed!

100 Word Challenge

A 100 word challenge is where you have to create a short piece of writing in 100 words or less using the provide prompt. Here is mine!

Slush. Slosh. Gumboots punching the snow on a clear winters morning, rolling three balls of snow, each one gradually getting bigger. 'Its body is formed. Time for a face and some arms', I think to myself.  Placing two icy sticks and stones on the snowman, I sense something is missing. "A carrot nose!", I cry aloud. I walk into the convenience store across the road to buy a carrot from the shopkeeper but, "I'm afraid it's the last one" he said, referring to a carrot in a little boy's hand. I sigh. "I guess the snowman'll have to be nose less!".