Castiel's 100 WC Week #8

Death of a Soldier

April 22, 1915. The second battle of Ypres had commenced, and it felt as if I would never breath fresh air again. Everywhere we’d flee Mustard Gas just seemed to materialize in massive clouds of thick green fog. Swimming through the mist while simultaneously covering my mouth and nose, I managed to maneuver past the gas as swiftly as a dancer. The fumes cleared and I came face to face to trench warfare. Only then did I realize that I was in a toxic situation, and it was not very likely that I would come out of this alive.

Castiel's 100 WC Week#8

                                                                        Lucky Pencil

 
 With my lucky pencil, no test could defeat me. The only problem was, I couldn’t find it. I had searched everywhere but apparently, the universe just didn’t want me to succeed on this test. Atlas, I reached the one room I hadn’t yet searched, the garage. Of course there was no possible chance a pencil would hidden beneath an array of work tools and grime, but I decided to give it a chance. The door opened and there it was, my dad’s lucky hammer, my bike, the earring my mom lost two years ago and every random piece of matter you could think of.  My pencil, however, was not among the vast piles of unnecessary items. Great, I thought, I am bound to fail the test.    

Castiel's 100 Word Challenge Week #6

The Surprise

The dark hallway lay before her. With every step she took the air around her grew colder. A whisper in her ear, a shiver on her neck. The dim lights cast an eerie glow as she approached room 107. The door creaked open as she walked up to an area enclosed by darkness. A shuffling sound emerged from the back of the room, fear forced her to stay planted on the ground. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and she was shocked to see all of her friends and family standing around her.

“Surprise!” They yelled in unison as confetti poured onto her.

Castiel's 100 WC Week #5

The burning embers rampaged through the charred apartment. I climbed the roof, ran through the attic, and cascaded down the stairwells. It felt as if I was going everywhere at once. People screamed through locked rooms, and stumbled in corridors, desperate for a way out.  I found my way to a room untouched by me. Instantly, an aura of light filled the proximity, I spotted a group of people hunched in a corner, fear smeared across their faces as I approached.  Suddenly, I am forced back by a burst of cold water. And I, the raging fire, am put out.