Month Away – March (07.06.’16)

“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

I hunched over Yoos’ table trying to sharpen my pencil. I jabbed my pencil in “Bzzt”. Duck glanced at me.”The wind blew open the door last night” he said. He followed my stare, and then crunched on his Digestive. I frowned at the black box. “That must be why you woke up late”. He nodded.
“Why?” I asked, leaning back into my chair. He began to tap his knee, “I.. well. It was cold I supposed”, he said. He gazed out the door.

 

Month Away – March (06.06.’16)

“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

Kimo’s hair flapped as he clasped the pole. . “We need to get to the monkey bars”  he said, trying to keep his eyes open. The submarine growled again, and again. Hover slumped on the stairs, leaning on his hands. He stared at the wafer packets. Kimo frowned “Hover” he said, bearing his teeth, “You can’t just keep wallowing about them ” Kimo strangled the pole. “You have to let go” he said. His eyes softened “There’s no time for that stuff.”.
Hover brushed his hands on the wall and looked up. “No”. He pulled himself up and bared his teeth. “I need to taste the strawberry, the melon, and the lemon ones”. The stairs creaked. Kimo took a deep breath, and stared as Hover jumped off the stairs and scattered to the corner.  Both boys looked up and then stared at each other.. The lights began to flicker.

Month Away – March (05.06.’16)

“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

Nemo blushed and looked down. “When the king dies” he said, clearing his throat.
I bit my nails. “What happens?”
“It goes to the brother” Yoo said/ Nemo looked away. “No”
“It becomes a problem, it should go to his son” ..