Please begin class by writing the journal exercise. You can write right on this page, or in your journal. Your choice. You will have 10 minutes to complete this portion of the classwork.
After that, please read the tips on starting a story. You should make note of how a fiction writer can begin a story (because you're going to have to do this very, very soon.)
At the end of today's class your final version of your baseline piece is due. Please make sure you either print this version out OR email this to me as an attachment: bradley.craddock@rcsdk12.org. You have the period to complete your final draft. To see if you are ready to turn it in, check the RUBRIC below.
The previous reading assignment and questions is also due at the end of class.
Class/Homework: please read the two short stories: Death of the Right Fielder and Bigfoot Stole My Wife. Be prepared to discuss the openings of these two short stories next class.
Finally, with time remaining begin a story from your exercise on beginnings.
2 comments:
Alicia heard the mailbox lid slam shut and she went outside to get the mail. it was cold and her lips started to shiver. when she got the mail there was a letter addressed to her but there was no return address. She quickly looked around to see if maybe she saw the person who dropped it off. there was no one. So Alicia walked back into the house and just stared at the letter until she finally opened it. it was a letter telling her that she was in serious danger and if she didnt leave her house rite away she would be terribly harmed. thinking it was a joke she just got up and continued to make her breakfast. shortly after there was a knock at the door. she answered it but no one was there. as she turned around she heard a loud bang! in disbelief, Alicia looked down an saw blood slowly trickle from her stomach onto the floor. She dropped to her knees and tried to crawl to the phone. As she mad her way there she was interrupted by a set of size 11 feet. the hands that came with the feet grabbed her by her hair and punched her in the face. She screamed in pain as the mysterious person stomped on her open wound. As time went by the mystery person finally tied her up to a chair and through a pounding headache the last thing Alicia heard the mystery person say was, "this is for taking what was once mines!" BANG!
"When I see you, your going to cry and suffer and then you’re going to be laying on the ground dead" said the letter. "I am going to take my time so that you forget about this and right when you do, I’m going to enjoy making you scream and suffer. There is no escaping me Tricia L. Bateman. I see you everyday and there's nothing that you can do to change that. Let's just say, I don't work with you, I am not your neighbor and I don't see you at Trish's school. Yes I know your daughters name. I know everything about you Tricia London Bateman. I am not a stalker. You just make me angry. How? Don’t worry about it bitch. Just understand that you’re going to die. Let keep me on scaring you with the information I know about you. You work at School #12 as a nurse. You get home at about 3:16 everyday. I watch you get home, get your mail, open the door and walk your dog everyday. Once again, I am not Jake Moreno your neighbor. Yes I know his name too. I am not Christopher Mourning, your other neighbor that is blind. Want proof about this? Jake gets home about ten minutes after you and wouldn’t be able to see you get your mail and walk the dog. Christopher is blind, no more needed to say. You’re a big fan of the all the professional Cleveland teams. You’re a huge fan of Lebron James and the Cavaliers. You’re husband is in Iraq fighting for this disgraceful country. Let me stop, because if you haven’t realized that I am serious and know everything about you, then you really are the dumb bitch I think you are.”
Tricia quickly called the police. They arrived about fifth teen minutes she called. They told Tricia that will try there hardest to protect her and to figure out who sent the letter. Tricia was panic to go anywhere. She missed work the next day and didn’t send her daughter to school. She was just thinking about how her daughter’s life would be affected if she weren’t there for her. She thought about if the man wanted to kill her daughter as well. Tricia couldn’t figure out who could have sent that letter and why would they would have so much hatred for her. Tricia was not good at all.
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