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
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
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
Charlottes mums name is: Sandra Sellery
Her fathur died from cancer
Charlottles personality- shy, happy, positive, adventurous
The dangerous game
Heya,
Well, this term we are studying short stories and the first one we read was caled the dangerous game. It was about a younng man called Reinsford and he was a hunter. He arrived with out any notice and was caught up in his thoughts, 'this island is haunted'. If you want to know more read the stroy at: http://fiction.eserver.org/short/the_most_dangerous_game.html
I hope you enjoy the story :D
Lainey
Well, this term we are studying short stories and the first one we read was caled the dangerous game. It was about a younng man called Reinsford and he was a hunter. He arrived with out any notice and was caught up in his thoughts, 'this island is haunted'. If you want to know more read the stroy at: http://fiction.eserver.org/short/the_most_dangerous_game.html
I hope you enjoy the story :D
Lainey