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Story Writing Handout
Story Writing Handout
Maharaj
STORY WRITING
WRITING A STORY
Every story must have a beginning, middle, and an end. Every story must also have a
climax, or high-point of drama that is able to stir some emotional response in the reader. The
story’s introduction sets the scene for the reader; the following paragraphs must move the plot
along, and build the tension, while revealing the characteristics of the protagonist and other
players. These lead to the story’s climax, where the problem is faced/conflict explodes/the drama
is at its highest. The paragraphs following this must lead to the final conclusion of the story,
bringing about resolution until the point at which the tale ends. A ‘good’ story can be achieved
using descriptive and figurative language, proper organization of ideas, and by simply thinking
‘outside of the box’.
INTRODUCTION
There are four ways to start a story, as follows:
1. Start with a description of the weather, and general atmosphere.
“It was a warm morning. The rays of sunlight gently caressed my cheeks as my waking ears were
kissed by the soft music of birds outside my window. As I padded barefoot over the cool floor-
boards to the window seat, I glimpsed a veil of mist flowing like milk into the glass of the valley
below. My heart drank in a moment’s ease; I knew this comfort would not last long.”
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Remember…A dream ending is a weak ending. If ending in suspense, the tension must be
palpable. Otherwise, tie up ALL loose ends as you conclude. Include vivid descriptions that
appeal to each of the five senses, as well as emotions. Use figurative devices such as: metaphor,
simile, personification, onomatopoeia, hyperbole, pun, alliteration, assonance, imagery. Also, try
not to simply relay a series of events, make the experience come alive for the reader. A ‘good’
story makes the impossible believable.
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Your answer should be approximately 400 to 450 words in length. You MUST write in Standard
English. However, dialect may be used in conversation.
EITHER
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4. As his feet dangled below him, and the wild wind whipped his hair about his face, a doubt
finally crossed his mind: maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.
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Story Question 4:
As his feet dangled below him, and the wild wind whipped his hair about his face, a
doubt finally crossed his mind: maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. The tiny tabby
blinked its little amber eyes at him and meowed softly. He shook his head ruefully, he could just
imagine tomorrow’s newspaper headline: ‘Student killed trying to save neighbour’s cat from San
Fernando’s tallest mango tree’. He shook his head once more as the kitten inched toward him
and settled next to his right arm. How on earth would he get down?
A gust of wind jarred the tree once more and his teeth rattled. The cat latched on to his
side, eyes wide and hackles raised. This was not going to be easy! He had made it up there with
ease, being a track and field athlete had the advantage of stealth and speed, which he used
liberally. He exhaled loudly and the kitten’s claws scratched his side though the thin cotton of his
school shirt.
And that was another thing! When his grandmother saw the bark stains and claw holes in
this, his third of three school shirts, she would flip! The leaves of the tree rustled noisily as he
looked toward home. An idea struck him! If he could catch her attention she might be able to
send his eldest brother after him. He leaned as far out as he could manage without dislodging
himself or his little rescue. Alas, no Grandma Rose was in sight. He shook his head once more.
The tiny ball of fur climbed resolutely into his lap and settled in. He poked the little kitten
once, and then just stroked its soft fur as he considered his options. He had precisely two:
attempt to climb down, risking his and little Purry’s (yes he named the darn cat, why-ever not?)
lives; or he could yell and scream and hope one of his four brothers heard him. He would, of
course, never live this down.
Decision made, he tucked Purry into his shirt front, its little head poking out just under
his chin, and gripped the tree trunk with both hands. Closing his eyes tightly for a moment to
summon up his fourteen years of courage, he ventured forward. Shimmy-slide-grip-shimmy
seemed to be the best way downward, so he carefully and slowly did the awkward dance routine
until his sneakered feet felt solid ground.
“Christopher William Akino Phillip! What in God’s name are you doing climbing trees in
your school uniform?!” Her voice thundered across the street, and he carefully extracted Purry
from his nest, “Well boy, it was nice meeting you. Be glad you live next door… I dead.” (450)