Miss Tele’a’s writing group have been learning about narratives since Term 3. This term we are going to write and publish our very own. Our task this week was to use our previous brainstorms to create just the blurb for our stories. A blurb should entice a reader to read the story, without giving too much of the plot away. Using keywords from our blurb, we then used craiyon.com to generate an image of one of the protagonists, or something that might resemble the cover of their story. It was important to be specific and descriptive when generating our AI images. Have a read of our blurbs and let us know what you think!
This week in writing we have been learning how to create a suspenseful beginning through imagery and dialogue. “The oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” Writers use this to write effectively by leaving the audience hanging in anticipation of them.
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We had to imagine and write our own beginning using a writing frame from “Eragon” by Christopher Paolini. First we made notes using our senses, then we used the notes to write our own suspenseful beginning to a story. Here are some of our suspenseful beginnings :
Rain crashed through the night carrying a scent of cologne that would change the world. A tall goblin lifted his head and walked forward. He looked like a human, except for his green skin and his towering body.
He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct: they were here. Or were they marching away? He weighed the odds, then said “I will go talk to the boss.”
Wind thrashed through the night carrying a light smell of damp wood that would change the world. Tall Noah lifted his head and searched the floor. He looked human except for his leathery tail and ruby eyes.
He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct: they were here. Or where is it? He weighed the odds, then said menacingly, “Spread out search the ground, we only have until dawn.”
It was a stormy night. Wind was blowing, and rain was flowing through the night carrying a dusty, smokey smell that would change the world. A tall Bubble lifted his head and laughed. He looked human except for his white eyes and scaly wings.
He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct: they were here. Or was he going to perish? He weighed the odds, then said, “H-h-hi there I’m Bubbles nice to meet you.”
Today I learned about formal letters.
First I wrote the Address Fake Address was 10 Kings Road, Panmure in 2024.
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