CREATIVE WRITING. Year 10 Narrative Task. Six Tips to Success!. Vary sentence length Use figurative language Use present tense to keep story alive Use direct speech Orientation = 1 paragraph only SHOW – Don’t Tell. Vary Sentence Length.
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Year 10 Narrative Task
Tense needs to be considered, and used, purposefully:
\'Now they have all gone,\' said Louis. \'I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
Extract from “The Waves” by Virginia Woolf
The hardest thing to achieve, but the most powerful element in any narrative.
Why does that green guck still spawn itself endlessly out of my head, dripping and clinging in my throat, my lungs, blocking in glutinous hunks behind my eyes: I feel sometimes I am blowing out the putrescent remains of my own decayed brains.
Sylvia Plath, Journals,pg. 227
I lived inland from Freemantle. The afternoon breeze was refreshing.
I lived five kilometres inland, a blinding limestone road away from the coast. My house had no view; I was landlocked by picket fences and parked cars and homework, but in the afternoon I could feel the Freemantle Doctor coming in across the tree tops, stirring the curtains and copper boiled washing. It came as a sweet relief, cool and merciful, and in the scents of brine and seagrass. The pounding of the swell against the land’s edge was so clear it only seemed the sea was a dune away.
Extract from ‘Land’s Edge’ Tim Winton 1993
Suddenly the axe blade sank softly, the tree’s wounded edges closed on it like a vice. There was a “settling” quiver on its top branches, which the woman heard and understood. The man, encouraged by the sounds of the axe, had returned with an armful of sticks for the billy. He shouted gleefully, “it’s fallin’, look out.” But she waited to free the axe.
Extract from ‘Squeaker’s Mate’ by Barbara Baynton