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Roald Dahl Biography

Roald Dahl was born on the 13th September 1916. His hometown was Llandaff, Wales, he was the only child of the second marriage. His parent were Norwegian. His father Harald and older sister, Astri died when he was just 3 years of age. His mother, Sofie was left to raise 2 step children and 4 of her own, Roald was very close to his mother. She used to read him tales of trolls and fairytales, and Roald grew a connection with stories and books ever since then. When he was a teenager, he enjoyed reading adventure books, though this was all before he began to read Charles Dickens.

His school life was miserable; he was the naughtiest child in the whole school. From the age of 7-9 he attended Llandaff Cathedral School. Many stories of that he has written have been inspired by his school life, for example. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory was written based on Roald Dahl’s childhood when we used to walk past all of the shops with massive amounts of lollies. During 1925-1929 he attended St Peters Prep School. This was when he experienced the power of the headmaster, Master Hardcastle. This inspired his thoughts on Miss Trunchball in the children’s book Matilda, as Master Hardcastle disliked young children. When Roald was 13, he enrolled in Repton, one of England’s most famous public schools in the country. Other than being talented in the English category, he also excelled in sports, especially heavy-weight boxing and squash. He disliked school, which influenced his writing.

After he graduated, he attended Public School’s Exploring Society instead of going to university. He then started work at Shell as a salesman, though when World War 2 struck, he enlisted for the Royal Air Force in Nairobi. After the war, Dahl began to work for the Saturday Evening Post and had to write about his experiences of war. After this career, he was interested in writing children’s books, his first being The Gremlins. This all began from an invitation to Hollywood from Disney regarding discussion about a future movie for The Gremlins. Although this proposal was unable to proceed, the book was still published. His more serious career as an author only began in the 1960’s when he was a father.

Roald specialised in Children’s books and even said himself that they are more powerful than some of the adult books he has written. Most of the Children’s books he has written are seen through a child’s eye, and mostly portray adults as silly. His works have been translated into 34 different languages, he was so popular that he won many awards like the Children’s Book Award; for Matilda (1988), and the Whitebread award for The Witches (1983).

Roald used to write in a hut located in the rear of his garden. It was here where the most famous books of all time have been written. He worked with a pencil and couldn’t type.

Roald married twice. The first wife was named Patricia Neal who was an actress, and they had 5 children. Roald Dahl said ‘That if he had no children, he wouldn’t have any books’. After the birth of their first daughter, Olivia, a tragedy occurred. Olivia, the eldest daughter died after a bout of measles in her brain. Following this, his son had brain damage caused by a car accident. Roald’s wife at the time suffered from 3 strokes when she was pregnant with Lucy. Patricia and Roald divorced in 1953. After this divorce, Roald met a lady called Felicity Crosland in 1972 and married in 1983. A few months after Dahl’s death, his step daughter died of brain damage. In this present day, Patricia and Felicity are great friends

The bestselling book, Matilda broke all previous records for a work of children’s fiction with the UK sales over half a million paper back in 6 months. The popularity of this book has been so incredible, that a movie has been developed. At the peak of his career, Roald died on the 23rd November 1990 from a rare blood disorder at the age of 74.

Start of Short Story- As One who having wandered

It was a cloudy night when Pam began the car. The constant buzzing of the motor engine annoyed her, as she knew she was drunk and tired. She began to slowly close her eyes. For her it felt good, but she didn’t know how good it felt when her car crashed into a tree. This was the first unfortunate event which occurred to Pam.

Hours later she woke up. All she could hear was the throbbing of her head, her brain felt lifeless. She opened her eyes and saw her car in flames. The heat blast nearly killed her. Still recovering from the shock, she stood up not comprehending where she was and what happened to her car. Nothing seemed familiar. She looked down at her arm and noticed it was severely injured, blood flowing in and out of a deep, red wound. She didn’t even feel a thing, she was still drunk from the heavy shots she and her boyfriend had previously. The chilly wind captured her thoughts as she turned her head to see an unordinary figure. It was amongst all of the leafy trees and logs. The sounds randomly heard were scary. The lonely dark sensation of this place, was unusual, and reminded her back at the farm. Though this place was different, it had strange and exotic feeling, like she was captive, not knowing where she was and who this person was.

Ballad on The unfortunate School Event

Friday 13th

It was Friday the 13th and the whole school was buzzing with scary thoughts,
Everybody was so suspicious, they nearly peed their shorts.
It was the day of the evil spirits, the day the dead walked on earth,
People were so scared, they could run from here to Perth.

In fact, Perth, that’s were we’re going for our school trip,
My mum told me to bring my home-work but I said ‘get a grip!’
My teacher told me I was in a room alone,
I thought to myself, should I bring my phone?

But that didn't matter, what mattered was the day,
The day the evil spirits flew away,
Away in the room, the room I was in
The room that was haunted, through thick or thin

It was time to let go,
To show everyone the ghost I saw called Po.
I saw him again, like I did on the art gallery show,
Next time he asks me for my spirit, I will say no

Short Story introdction

'Dad?', I whispered trying not to wake up the peaceful soul lying next to him, 'dad wake up.' He didn't. Maybe he was just... tired i thought to myself. I shook him again but he didn't move. Silent tears ran down my soft cheek as i realiased what happened. I was only 5 when my dad died. I still have memories of the ambulance sirens. Sometimes i even wake up thinking i am still in the hospital bed next to my dad. It was a grave loss.

what we have learned in a short story

-It has a special structure:
orientation
complications
climax
resolution

-A story only has a few characters including a main character
-it is concerned with on event in the main characters life
-write in third person
-avoid long introductions
- Jump right into the stroy
- puncuate correctly
- use verbs wisely
- use words to describe the character's relation s to the events in the stroy

Descriptive paragraph

Charlotte walked through the ruins of her home town dodging all of the dead bodies. She recognised one of them, it was the mail boy, the one she was deeply in love. A tear rolled down her cheek. His pale cheeks were ice cold as she ran her finger through his hair, it was full of dired bits of mud. She shook his body to she if he was still alive, she checked his pulse, but there was nothing. Why would nature do such a devastating thing, especially something she loved.She fell to the muddy ground knowing she was the only one alive. 'Why?' she screamed, 'Why?'.

notes about story characers

Notes about characters-
Charlottes mums name is: Sandra Sellery
Her fathur died from cancer
Charlottles personality- shy, happy, positive, adventurous