Following is one of the writing assignments the boy turned in last week after all the screaming and crying was done. This particular assignment involved 6 words that he was supposed to work into a mystery story. The Wife sat and worked him through it for an hour-and-a-half. The ideas and words are his, with whatever help the Wife gave for getting him to make it a story, instead of a bunch of barely related sentences.
The girl found an old photograph hidden in an envelope. It had a starry sky and a spooky house. It looked like a bird soared in the sky. As she looked closer to the photograph, the bird was actually flying. She was so surprised that she wanted to tell her class so she announced “Class attention please, I saw a bird flying in the photograph.” The class laughed. The teacher grabbed the photograph and it made a crackle noise. The bird stopped flying. The photograph must have been magic until the teacher grabbed it. The teacher handed it back to the girl. It made a crackle noise and the bird started flying. Is it magic or trick paper?
It won’t win any Sci-Fi awards, but pretty good, I thought, for a 3rd grader with no writing experience to speak of.
2 replies on “The Boy’s Story”
Good job !
Apparently the blood, sweat and tears were a prelude to budding genius !
Sounds like a Rod Serling moment to me!