The Rocketeer

This week we are doing a narrative from the literacy shed called The Rocketeer.

I found it easy to plan it because I did it with the teacher.

I disliked to type because it took a long time.

Here is the link to The Rocketeer

Spitfires zoomed and whirred over head. “ Mama, watch me!” cried Jimmy. He was skipping around with his beloved paper plane. Rubble and dust was swirled and kicked around. Jimmy had straight, black, smooth hair and little overalls. He also had bright blue eyes framed with thick glasses. Jimmy continued prancing around and meanwhile… Sirens screamed and wailed and the ginormous burglar bashed against the trundling car. Jimmy was silently playing with his plane when he heard sirens. Jimmy paused for a moment and the trundling cars smashed through the  brick wall about to run over Jimmy until… The Rocketeer swooped down and scooped up Jimmy. He was safe! Jimmy only got a glimpse of the “who” who saved him. Jimmy was sure he had a golden mask, a turbo boost, and dark, brown leather gloves. Once again the Rocketeer swooped down to the suited burglar. Walloping, dodging, and ducking swiftly. Finally the Rocketeer punched, knocking the burglar out in the process. Yellow teeth went flying to who knows where! Rocketeer shot above the clouds in his victory, and continued to be a hero.

Snow White: A twisted tale

We are writing narratives.
I found it hard to make it not so long.
I found it easy to think of what I was going to write.

Snow White and Rose Red couldn’t be more different. But they couldn’t be more the same. Yes, you may have heard the story of Snow White and how she gets poisoned, then wakes up from a kiss from Prince Charming. Like, who names their kid Charming?! Snow White had fled from her evil, wicked stepfather. The King was big, and had almost no neck. Ruthless, and despicable were understatements for King. He beheaded anyone when he got the chance and had stupid rules. Snow White ran and ran as the wind rushed against her face. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Panting heavily, she was overcome with fatigue and collapsed on the soft green moss, like a green velvet cushion.

When Snow awoke from her sleep she saw 17 pairs of eyes staring at her. Stepfather? No. Rose? No. Dwarves? Surprisingly, no. Giants. They were big, but not like Snow’s stepfather. They had a kind, twinkling sort of look in their eyes. “Look,it’s Snow, Rose’s sister!” Cried one of them. “Would you like a piece of our broccoli salad?” Snow didn’t want to be rude, so she took a nibble. After awhile Snow felt faint. Like… Like she was going to black out. And she did.

Rose Red was knitting quietly when a note dropped on her lap. “ GO INTO THE WOODS, SNOW’S IT TRUBLE!” Scrawled on it. Yes, reader I know how to spell trouble. Rose rushed into the woods,and found the adorable cottage tucked within the trees. Soon she found her sister. She threw herself into a hug and Snow’s eyes fluttered open. And guess what? They lived happily ever after WITHOUT Prince Charming.

The Dragon Slayer

In class we are learning to structure narrative writing.

We based our story on the Dragon Slayer. Please be aware that it does lag.

We needed to...

• use a hook
• describe the setting
• describe the characters
• describe the problem
• describe the resolution
• edit for spelling & puntuation
• present your work to a peer assesment

Tarragon trudged through the thick, wet, mud with his enduring horse, Black Bull. The rain stopped, but the gray, dark, miserable clouds still rolled on. Step after step. Hoof after hoof. The pair stumbled on. The desert was far and desolate, except for a hollow open humongous rock. They had reached their destination. Tarragon and Black Bull entered silently. There she was. Not alert of any danger, the dragon continued to scratch her back. Growling softly, the dragon spotted Tarragon. The dragon slayer pulled out his sword. The battle began. Tarragon yelled aggressively and charged at the dull green dragon but the dragon breathed fire ferociously… Tarragon gripped his sword and plunged it into the dragon’s heart. It had been done. Tarragon was about to slump down on Black Bull, but he heard a rustling in the bushes. 'What was it now?' thought Tarragon. A small, scaly-like body popped out of the bushes. It was a baby dragon. But Tarragon ignored it. He nudged Black Bull. He wouldn’t move. Black Bull jerked his head to the baby dragon as if to say; “You can’t just leave him there, take him.” The dragon was small. Innocent. Ignorant. Tarragon sighed and took the baby dragon in his arms, and he was the dragon slayer no more.