As I am part of the creative writer’s group at school, I wrote a 100 word short story for an end of term competition we had. Thought I’d post it, so here it is, hope you enjoy!

Nickel watched as the sky slowly morphed from sea blue to rusty red. As the sun sunk lower, it bathed the sky in a fiery blanket. Nickel peered through the drain grate, watching and waiting for the moon to take it’s place in the podium  up high. The algae green water was rising gradually like a crescendo, it was up to Nickel’s waist but he knew he must wait. In the distance, Nickel heard the patter of feet on the ancient concrete, and he knew it was almost time. He hoped so, before the rabid rat’s came out to feed.