Narrative Writing . Narrative Writing. Aims: To revisit the teaching sequence from reading to writing; To provide ideas to cover the main aspects of story writing. Activity. What are the key features of narrative text types? Fill in the sheet looking at: Purpose Structure
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What are the key features of narrative text types? Fill in the sheet looking at:
He came down the road.
Simon stormed across the road without looking either way.
Coral Ocean stood on the edge of the playground and waited. No one came near. All the other children seemed to be engrossed in their own games. She gazed through railings and pretended to notice something interesting in the distance. Blinking back tears, she roughly rubbed her eyes and hoped that no one would notice.
“What’s up?” A tall boy had come across and stood bouncing a ball against the shed.
“Clear off!”, snapped Coral, not yet even ready to try.
“Keep your hair on”, muttered the boy. He spun round and raced back the playground bouncing his ball as he went. Coral could see him chatting to some other boys and pointing back at her.
Tim walked through the graveyard. He felt very scared.
Tim raced through the graveyard, his heart thudding. He paused by a tombstone and peered into the darkness. He could feel his legs shaking. What was that dark shape ahead of him.?
Burning like he was on fire Chris ran for shade he was dying to get out of this heat. He had a headache so he dashed for his warm sand-filled towel. When he woke up it felt like he was on a completely different beach but 10 times hotter.
make the heart beat quickly
Rewrite this paragraph, changing the setting to science fiction…
Tara walked into the next room. There was a long, silver table down the middle of the room. Pictures of elves, in green and red tunics, hung from the wall as well as a mirror edged with leaves of gold. On the floor lay a carpet woven with flying dragons . . .
Jo gazed miserably at her breakfast. The fried egg seemed to be staring at her. It had a sneer on its sunny face. She stabbed it with her fork, spilling its eggy blood on to the white plate.
Jo’s mother slid the plate in front of her. Jo glanced at the fried egg, sunny side up, and grinned at her mum.
“I’m starving!” she said, picking up her fork and tucking in. “I could eat seven breakfasts!”Showing character change