Beginnings of Narrative Writing from 4VG

Beginnings of Narrative Writing from 4VG

Year 4s have been creating ‘circular’ stories. We read some mentor texts that demonstrated how stories often start and finish at the same setting. 

As in most stories, the characters have grown or changed in some way. 

These are a few of the beginnings from some of the stories that have been created.

Scents of loaded choc chip cookies filled the air as Lily made a second  batch. Vibrant hues dashed from painted wall to painted wall. The coziness of the room washed through Lily. Under the roof she heard kids chattering, due to her shyness, she never wanted to go and play with them.

Written by Ottie Lueckenhausen

Evie sat in her bed in a curve of the lighthouse, curled up in a bundle of blankets as lightning flashed outside and wind howled. Dark shadows crept along the cold dark walls and the lighthouse fell into darkness. A loud crack of thunder and a little wicked cackle ran through the lighthouse. 

Written by Aisling Moore

It is a beautiful summer day. The sun is shining through the leafy trees. It has just stopped raining - everything smells so lovely. The grass is wet,  birds are singing and all the animals of the forest are out of their hiding places. 

Written by Barbara Kieler-Schoeder

Getting pushed and shoved in every direction, it was lunch at high school and everybody was trying to get through the hallway to play and eat. Once James made his way through the overly crowded doorway, he and his best friend Mike started walking down to the cafeteria to get some food. James looked up at Mike. 

Mike had soft wavy peanut colored hair and was wearing the deep sea blue school uniform top with slightly ripped jeans. Mike was a lot taller than James and had light blue eyes.

Written by Liam Richards

No doubt about it, their apartment was a tip and it looked like one too. Eliza and her mum were the messiest people in the world. Mud was seated around the kitchen from Berty, their dog. Clothes littered the floor like tiny mountains of colourful cloth. If you cut a basketball in half and gathered all the dust in the house you could fill two whole sides.

But nevertheless they were happy. Well at least Eliza was, her mum on the other hand was devastated at their ways. Although she and her mum shared the same traits, she blamed their messiness on Eliza.

Grace Bolton

Lila sighed as she sat on the spiral staircase, like a quiet mouse at her house. Lila had long brown hair and large sea blue eyes. She was the only child which made her very lonely. Lila was ten years old. 

Edmina Maunder

Cold wind from Luce´s window brushed against her skin. Fist clenched the soft cozy blanket was now stale and hard. Rock solid rain smashed against the roof. Her room once vibrant with color was now blank and boring. As they had moved away to the  USA. She missed Star Street, the cafes, and laughing children. But all of that was gone.

Sage Chivers