The drops of rain slowly sank into the white wash cloth, I was getting anxious as the farther I walked the louder the piano music got I needed to sit down so I just sat on the floor but then I heard something like suction cups then I saw dot my bulldog puppy running as fast as she could to me I sprung up from the floor dot was springing up and down like a bunny then I saw what was making the suction cup noise and what was chasing dot an octopus, dot bounced into my arms and I dived into the water
Under the sea by Sophia I
Hi, my name is Jessica, but most people call me Jess. I live under the sea and my best friend is a gentle octopus, his name is Springing because I found him Springing on a jellyfish. The day today is June 5, 1988. I really want to go off of land to see the white rushing water and hear the birds chirping that sounds that a magical piano. But the only problem is… I want to take Springing with me. He will be so sad if I leave for some human world. How do I even know I can go on land? I swam to my father’s cave and asked “Hey dad, and underwater people go on land?” He jolted his eyes down at me. “Why do you want to go on land?!” He yelled. I softly told him.“Ummm, I was just wondering,”. “Well, no we can not go on land.” He told me. I started crying.
THE END
Dylan H. 100 word challenge
The white octopus, named Sheporamen, gentle and calm, swam in the water not knowing where he was. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!” Sheporamen screamed swimming away after seeing a shark. Shepo ( Sheporamen’s nickname) released his black “ink” and got away, not knowing who the shark really was. The very next day the octopus was eating algae when he heard a noise, it sounded like a piano. All of a sudden that same shark attacked the octopus unexpectedly. The white octopus went springing off the underwater rock and swam away from the shark. “OCTO!” The white octopus’s friend yelled,” You O.K?”
The adventures of Greg the octopus-enthusiast
It was a calm and sunny day, and Greg was content. He was going to the Octo-quarium downtown for a sleepover, his favorite place.
On the way, nothing worthwhile happened, but immediately after he entered the Octo-quarium, things started to get weird. No sounds were coming from the speakers, which normally broadcast the Octopuso Piano’s musical arrangements. Also, the normally peaceful Octopuso de Whito was banging on the glass, and the lively Springingo Octopus was asleep.
Something was wrong.
As night came, Greg slept. He hoped no more unlucky and interesting things will happen at this visit to the Octo-quarium.
Underwater by Sophia I
Hi, my name is Jessica, but most people call me Jess. I live under the sea and my best friend is a gentle octopus, his name is Springing because I found him Springing on a jellyfish. The day today is June 5, 1988. I really want to go off of land to see the white rushing water and hear the birds chirping that sounds that a magical piano. But the only problem is… I want to take Springing with me. He will be so sad if I leave for some human world. How do I even know I can go on land? I swam to my father’s cave and asked “Hey dad, and underwater people go on land?” I jolted his eyes down at me. “Why do you want to go on land?!” He yelled. “Ummm, I was just wondering,” I told him. “Well, no we can not go on land.” He told me.
THE END
100 word stroy by maddy.D
I felt a gentle hand, it was my mom, I was in the hospital.The hospital was white and cold but my mom’s hand was warm and confronting.” why am I here”. Slowly, I ask her.” you had a collapse at school “. I knew she was lying but I didn’t tell her was really happened was she gave me some vitamins and said” eat this and you will win your game”. Then she grabbed something that was not pills but I eat them after i eat them I wasn’t feeling well so I went to my room on the way up I slipped a fell then passed out. After a hour or so we went back home the piano in my room was gone and my jack in the box was springing,my bed was gone.the octopus my crush gave me was gone to then something loud crashed downe stars i ran down it was my mom there was a mans boty on the ground the a nuther man with a knife I ran
100 word~Crete
Crolling, My legs felt like octopus tentacles, sad and droopy.
Scared, My eyes could only see white clouds, soft as a silk pillowcase.
Thumping, My heart was going to a song on a piano (Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.)
Jumping on the roof, My legs SPRING up to the clouds, soft and cotton-like.
The clouds felt gentle and clear but white
Pushing, My hand went right through the clouds
Then, My leg hit the ground thump, like when you flip the pancake on the frying pan.
Michael 100 Word Story
Hi, my name is Gamora Hooshkabob Lea Voldemort Ortensia Vanderbolt. I am a professional piano player the lives in the Pacific Ocean. I am an Octopus with a white piano and I play it all the time. My pet Lora Sorentara Mussakl Yaslum Ripora Kincle is very gentle and calm but sometimes he goes crazy and is springing around the kelp forest. But one day a Megaladon came to the kelp forest and is roaming around to this very day. Wait. . . Where is Lora Sorentara Mussakl Yaslum Ripora Kincle! He got eaten by the Megaladon! Oh, wait he is right there. Hahaha!
Addie M. Final 100 word story
Abyss
Standing like a monolith, Eiffel stared into the abyss and started to cry. The once occasional tears that were gently running down her face turned into a long stream of something like octopus tentacles squirming from her red and swollen eyes. Kaylee was gone, she had fallen into the void, down into the never-ending galaxy. Eiffel’s face turned a pale white, and she melted onto the ground, sobbing. There was a noise, a piano, like in heartbreaking movies. Springing up, Eiffel whipped her body around to find Kaylee, opening her arms for a hug. Eiffel tried to run into her welcoming embrace but woke up crying and petrified.
100 Word Story – 3/4/22 – Josie Caite
Sprinkling, gentle clouds surrounded the afternoon sky in Brooklyn, New York. Light drops of rain showered cars that were slowly passing by brick apartment buildings.
Small shops with checkered white awnings lined the bottoms of most buildings, people crowded underneath the awnings as the rain gradually sprinkled harder. Everything seemed to be stirring down for the afternoon.
Suddenly, a small jazz band of octopuses began jamming and springing themselves around, gripping a piano in each tentacle.
Every one of the people under the awning clapped and cheered, not surprised or frightened at all that there was a group of octopuses performing jazz.