- ORIGINAL
work only
- Microsoft Word document
- Two pages or less, single spaced
- 12 pt Times New Roman font
- Clipart is optional
- Your story needs to include:
- A title
- Your name
- Your school (for students, teachers, and parents)
- Your grade (for students and teachers)
- Send as an e-mail attachment to
swansboroteach@gmail.com.
Our mission at Queens Creek Elementary is to foster 21st Century-ready students that can effectively clarify, create, and support ideas and ideals by authoring digital writings. Our belief is that this academic enrichment opportunity provides parents, students, and teachers a digital space to share and learn author's craft. For parent, teacher, and community submissions of ORIGINAL works, please send your Microsoft Word Documents to swansboroteach@gmail.com.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Guidelines for Submissions and Comments
We welcome students, teachers,
parents, and community members to submit original works of
writing. These submissions may be sent
to swansboroteach@gmail.com and must follow the submission
guidelines below. After they are submitted and reviewed, the writings
will be posted by the webmasters of this blog.
Example Story: Into the Dark
Here is a sample story, and an
example of acceptable comments.
Last Halloween, my family and I decided to forgo the typical Trick or Treating
around the neighborhood, and instead, go to the Fear Factory in Morehead
City. I had heard lots of things from friends about how scary an
experience it was for all of them, but I had figured that they were all just a
bunch of scaredy cats. After all, how scary could a place be that is
coated in fake spider webs, with fake figures perched all around?
That night, we set off for our half hour trip at 8:30 sharp, each of us eager for this ghoulish experience. We had dressed in regular clothes, but we all brought an extra jacket because fall had come early that year, and there was a good chance that frost would settle on the ground before we purchased our tickets and entered the building.
A half hour ride later, we stood in line and awaited our turn. At first, I was excited to show everyone that I was not easily scared and this nonsense had no chance of making me scream with fear….but the longer we stood, my face turned from stoic to stone cold fear.
The echoes of noises that emanated from the old house made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Each echoed moan and shrill scream was captured by my ears. My heart rate climbed as I saw the ghost-like faces of the people exiting the building from their turn inside. I expected that when people exited they would be laughing and sharing their experience. Instead, their blood-drained faces remained silent as they walked on unsteady legs toward their cars.
My feet were firmly planted and unwilling to move forward. My brain kept sending me signals to flee, run…hide…before it is too late! My blood turned to ice as I neared the front of the line. And all too soon, I was “next”. As I opened the door, I saw that there was no light to guide my way inside. I looked back at the line of people still waiting their turn. I think I wanted them to remember my face, in case I did not return. Taking a deep breath, I walked past the line of light and into the dark unknown of the Fear Factory.
That night, we set off for our half hour trip at 8:30 sharp, each of us eager for this ghoulish experience. We had dressed in regular clothes, but we all brought an extra jacket because fall had come early that year, and there was a good chance that frost would settle on the ground before we purchased our tickets and entered the building.
A half hour ride later, we stood in line and awaited our turn. At first, I was excited to show everyone that I was not easily scared and this nonsense had no chance of making me scream with fear….but the longer we stood, my face turned from stoic to stone cold fear.
The echoes of noises that emanated from the old house made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Each echoed moan and shrill scream was captured by my ears. My heart rate climbed as I saw the ghost-like faces of the people exiting the building from their turn inside. I expected that when people exited they would be laughing and sharing their experience. Instead, their blood-drained faces remained silent as they walked on unsteady legs toward their cars.
My feet were firmly planted and unwilling to move forward. My brain kept sending me signals to flee, run…hide…before it is too late! My blood turned to ice as I neared the front of the line. And all too soon, I was “next”. As I opened the door, I saw that there was no light to guide my way inside. I looked back at the line of people still waiting their turn. I think I wanted them to remember my face, in case I did not return. Taking a deep breath, I walked past the line of light and into the dark unknown of the Fear Factory.
November Writing Prompts
Here
are some suggested writing prompts for each genre of
writing. Feel free to use these, or be creative and come up with your
own! The possibilities are endless!
Writing
Genre
|
Suggested
Writing Prompt
|
Letter
|
Write a friendly letter to thank
the Pilgrims and Native Americans for inviting you to the first Thanksgiving.
|
Persuasive
|
The best former president was ____
because…
I would make a great president
because…
Why should/shouldn’t we eat turkey
at Thanksgiving?
|
Personal
|
Write from the point of view of a
turkey at Thanksgiving.
|
Imaginative
|
Imagine that Chief ____ shows up
at your house for Thanksgiving dinner. Tell what happens.
|
Clarification
|
Tell about three things we
wouldn’t see/eat at the first Thanksgiving that we see/eat now.
|
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