Wednesday, October 26, 2011

So Long for Now! from Mrs. Webb

GOOD-BYE! HAPPY WRITING!

             It's the sixth and last day of our Narrative Writing Series. Thank you, Students, for the smiles, laughs and great times we've enjoyed together in the Rasmussen Learning Room on Skyline Court. I hope you continue to write and have a good time with both your Creative Bird and your Editing Bird. Remember that they are your friends. 
Scroll down this blog post for a little walk down your 
writing-memory-lane! 
Thank you to Mrs. Rasmussen and her family for inviting us to have our 
writing classes in their great Learning Room. 


Remember the Short Story Plot Mountain?

Our Second 3rd-5th Grade Class

The Second Class for 6th-9th Graders
A special "thank you" to Mrs. Kutz for helping us each week.

FIVE STEP WRITING PROCESS--ALWAYS!
  1. Pre-writing/brainstorming
  2. Rough draft
  3. Revising
  4. Editing
  5. Presenting/Publishing


The Autobiographical Incident Frame that you can adapt for other writing assignments.

Writing Wisdom
(Helps, Dress-Ups, Tips and Devices to Empower Your Stories)
  1. Alliteration. Peter Piper picked a peck. OR Fun in the Forest, Blur of Brown
  2. Sensory Detail: Feelings. 5 Senses: Sight/Sound/Smell/Taste/Touch
  3. DETAIL: Who? What? Where? When? How? (in the yard, kitchen, at the beach, on the mountain, “doctor from South African”, names, colors 
  4. Onomatopoeia: CRASH! BANG! POOF! 
  5. Clauses: Phrases to start sentences-rather than each sentence with noun/verb.
  6. Write “tight.” Delete “to be” passive verbs when you can. Was, Were Am. Also, reduce sentences when too many words and prepositional phrases. 
  7. Reduce repetition, redundancy, duplication. Look for it.
  8. Be clear about what you’re writing. ASK: WHAT ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO SAY? Read it as the reader and not the author: Where does it feel like sandpaper? Ask the Q of another person?
Your Writing Bird-Friends



Creative Bird
Editing Bird
Your Creative Bird’s Name:
Your Editing Bird’s Name:

Tweets during the Brainstorming, Rough Draft and Revising Steps
Tweets mostly during the Editing Step


He/she is a fun friend who helps you experience and develop your imagination, ideas, feelings and ability to be honest, authentic and to identify with your readers.
He/she is a caring friend who helps you improve your writing so that your readers will want to read and learn from your stories. He/she also helps you develop a sense of accomplishment and joy in writing well while sharing what you’re really trying to say.


My Editing Checklist

Name ________________________________________Date ______

Title of My Writing ________________________________________

1.      I read my writing myself to see if it made sense. __________

2.      I read my writing to another person (or asked someone else to read my writing) to see it if made sense to him/her.  ______________
3.      My writing is focused on one important incident/happening in my life. __________
4.      My opening attracts a reader's attention. __________
5.      The title fits the piece and gets a reader interested. __________

6.      I replaced weak words (went, nice) with powerful words. __________

7.      I deleted over used words (then, and, so). __________

8.      I checked for correct punctuation. (. ? ! , " " ') __________

9.      I checked for correct capitalization. __________

10.  I indented or used a paragraph symbol ( ) to begin a new paragraph. _________

Writing this piece was: hard work______not so hard______easy ______

Editing this piece was: hard work______not so hard______easy ______

Next time I would change
__________________________________________________

So, have fun with your writing!






The Portal by Grant Frazey


Grant with his twin brother Garrett and a friend
8th Grade
            It had been a long hard day for young Joey. When he got home, he went to play outside with his dog. He and his dog played for a while, when Joey noticed a large hole in one of his trees.  He threw the ball at it when he was playing catch.  The ball went into the hole, but it never came out! His dog got angry and followed the ball into the hole. Then Joey did the unthinkable!  He went in after them. Joey thought, “It must be some kind of a portal.”
When he got up from the ground, he was in a lush, grassy field full of trees and mountains. Just as he turned around, he found his dog running toward a waterfall.  He chased his dog to the waterfall and watched as his dog drank the water. His dog soon began to become bigger and bigger, until his dog was so big he was taller than an elephant! He had also changed in other ways – his bark sounded frightening, his teeth were sharper, and his eyes were red!  Joey got terribly scared and ran for the portal! But wait. Where was it?  “Where is the portal!” screamed Joey.

Then his dog forced him closer to the rock face of a mountain. The dogs beating eyes looked at him.  Then he growled and began to attack!  Joey, in distress, looked for a way out of this horrible nightmare.  As he struggled, he saw the portal under the dog’s feet. He jumped towards the portal and his dog jumped after him. 

Then Joey found himself back in his yard.  His dog had returned to normal and was lying beside him. Over the years, Joey tried to use the portal, but it would never work. After many years went by, the tree was removed and Joey’s awful experience nearly forgotten -- but Joey never looked at his dog quite the same again!

Short Story

Shattered Glass by Garrett Frazey


Garrett with twin brother Grant & another friend
8th Grade
           One evening I found myself lazily reclining in a chair watching television.  I had just gotten to the climax of the movie I was watching when I heard the sound of shattering glass in the distance.  Scared, I ran as fast as my legs could take me to my room.  After closing the door as quietly as I could, I scrambled under my bed and hoped that no one would find me. 

It had just occurred to me that no one else was home when I heard a faint whisper that said, “You look in there and Reggie and I will look in here.”  “There are three of them,” I thought.  I closed my eyes and dared not move or breathe.  They searched the room for about five minutes when I felt a light tap on my back and a voice saying, “found you.” 

That was the last thing I remembered for some time until I woke up in the back seat of a car.  I acted like I was still asleep because I didn’t want any trouble.  I went on like this for about five hours when the car came to a halt.  They dragged me out of the car and carried me into a building.  We rode on an elevator for a long time and stopped on the top floor.  We went outside again and I stopped pretending to be asleep.  I squirmed around for awhile but they got a rope and tied it around my waist.

The men hauled me over the edge of the building and I dangled by the rope screaming.  After a minute or so a voice yelled, “Bye.”  The rope snapped and I was hurdling towards the earth like a rock, 1000 feet until I hit the ground, then 500 feet, 200 feet, 10 and…  Suddenly, I found myself lying in bed with my arms and legs stretched out like I was doing a belly flop.  I was relieved.  “It was all a dream,” I thought -- until I heard the sound of shattering glass in the distance…

Short Story

Pop Pop Popcorn by Ben O’Hearne


There once was a planet named Bologna. It was in outer space. It circled around the Earth three times a day. On this planet there lived big popcorn people. The popcorn people were short, yellow and fluffy. They had two eyes, a marshmallow nose, and two pretzel ears. Their lips were red licorice drops, arms and legs were black licorice sticks. Instead of walking they hopped and popped up and down.

One day on an exploration day, the popcorn people came across a secret volcano. It was as tall as the sky and wide like a football field. The volcano was black outside and inside it was blue like a river. Hidden under a rock a path was discovered that led to a grand treasure. Mounds of white and grey sandy salt. Quickly, the popcorns began a fight for ownership of the treasure. Hours and days passed. The fighting continued. There was melted and broken licorice everywhere.

Suddenly from the volcano there was a loud boom! Yellow liquid gold flew everywhere. The popcorns were covered in gold. It was the most delicious thing they ever tasted. It was butter! The popcorn people decided to stop fighting over salt and share the treasure. Instead they jumped in the new lakes of butter that were oozing out of the volcano. It was popcorn delight!

Short Story by Ben O'Hearne -- 3rd Grade

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Crazy Howler Monkey by Audrey Trudgen


Audrey - 7th Grade

           One morning I took Daisy to the Zoo. Daisy is my three year old sister and she is very friendly. That is what I worry about with her because she isn’t really scared of anything really, unless they try to eat her or something. So I am always on the lookout for her.  When Daisy said, “Monkeys! Monkeys!” I brought her to the the big howler monkeys because they are her favorite.

            Then Daisy let go of my hand and I turned around, then back again. POOF! Where could Daisy be?
           
            I looked in the cage first and there she sat on a branch looking at a monkey that was very confused. I yelled her name, she heard and looked my way. Daisy smiled and yelled back, “Look Jackie! The monkey is howling!” Just then the monkey took Daisy into his captivity and carried her to the top of the cage where there was a hole. When the howler monkey jumped out of the cage I started to chase it.

            When the monkey came to the lion den Daisy got dropped in and then the monkey ran off leaving poor Daisy in the lion exhibit. She went over to the lion while I called her name, “ DAISY!!!! STAY AWAY FROM THE LION!!!!!” She ignored me and walked toward it. She laid next to the female lion and then it looked at Daisy and licked her face.  I was so scared and didn’t know what to do, so I ran for help.

            When I reached the lion keeper I told them what had happened and they came with me. They got Daisy out easily and Daisy came to me screaming happily, “ The lion licked me, Sissy!” I replied still nervous, “ That’s great, Daisy!” Daisy is never going back there again!

Short Story

Closed Trail by Alex Trudgen (A First Chapter)


Alex - 9th Grade

“I don’t know, Will …it…it just doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“Mariah, I’m pretty sure it will be perfectly fine. Come on, Joe and your sister are way ahead of us now.”

Mariah took a few deep breaths and started walking towards the closed trail.

“I still don’t think this is a very smart idea and it’s not my fault if we get in trouble, okay?” Mariah stated in a firm voice.

Will looked at Mariah, nodded his head and walked faster.

Mariah and Kayla had been best friends with Joe and Will for as long as they could remember. When they were all together their daring sides came out.  They did everything together whether it was stupid or not, and for sure this was stupid.

“Good Morning, Dan. So tell me what we’re looking at right now.” Detective Jules asked as she handed Detective Dan an extremely large coffee.

“Oh, thank you very much. I really needed some caffeine!” Dan took a huge gulp of coffee and started to explain what had happened.

“Apparently four people came to this camping sight five days ago. All four of the campers were supposed to be at work today and the two days before. A couple of their bosses called them yesterday, but of course no answers. Today they called our station to see if we could make sure they’re fine, but I don’t think they are.”

“What are the names of the missing persons and what makes you think they’re not okay?” questioned Jules.

“Their names are Joe Danes, Will Peters, and two sisters, Mariah and Kayla Barns. A Mrs. Katers saw them start to hike a closed trail two days ago. This trail is not closed for construction, but it’s closed because three people died on this trail!” Dan answered.

Jules now remembered the case on those three missing persons. The trail was right by a cliff and they had fallen off.

Short Story  (Alex has written the first chapter in a longer book.)

Face the Fear by Annika Rasmussen


Annika - 7th Grade 

            Mr. Quinn jumped into the water with a splash! His daughter Kasey looked frightened standing at the edge of the boat.  It had been almost a year since her last time in the ocean.  “Come on!” coaxed her father. “The water’s great!”  Shaking her head, Kasey paced the perimeter of the deck above her swimming father. She wasn’t going in the water until she was sure it was safe.

            “I don’t want to.” Kasey’s hands were on her hips.  “Remember what happened the last time?”  Shuddering, she began rewinding the tape of her life to last summer. “We were at that beach with the clear water, right?”

            “The Boracay Beach, to be precise!” reminded Eugenia, Kasey’s older sister.

            “Anyways…,” Kasey began.  Mr. Quinn and Eugenia listened patiently for the billionth time to Kasey’s story. It had been right after the tide came in. Her father waded in and asked Kasey to join him.  She did. But to her dismay, Kasey saw two small sharks lurking near her.  She’d seen them, let’s just say, viciously devour a small jellyfish.  It happened not four feet from her body
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            Kasey snapped back into the present.  She peered into the clear waters below.  She could see no sharks. Deciding it was time to face her fear, Kasey took a deep breath and plunged into the warm water.  The water felt refreshing, giving her a break from the hot-as-sulfur sun.  She had fought her fears and there were no sharks!  Being in the water wasn’t so scary after all.

Short Story