Try blending fact and fiction in your writing. Begin with a true story from your life. It doesn’t have to be especially interesting or out of the ordinary. Write for about 5 minutes or so, simply telling what happened. Then add something fiction…a person who wasn’t really there, or a major weather change, something realistic, or something mysterious and strange. It might make your story funnier or scarier or turn it into science fiction. Don’t plan it too much. Let yourself be surprised!
This was our warm-up in the Thursday writing class. We used Halloween stories. Here are a few. Enjoy!
I went to my cousin’s house for a Halloween party. There was food, cookies, and almost every one of our cousins. We played a lot of fun games. We went trick-or-treating. We started with a house across the street. They didn’t have any more candy. But soon my bucket was almost full. When we were done trick-or-treating, we went home to our cousins’ house to play a bit. Then the lights turned off. A noise came. It was laughing. Everyone gathered. Everyone was scared.
Two years ago, I was trick-or-treating with my friend, Jaden, and my 12 year-old cousin, Payton. Jaden and I were jumping on my trampoline. My mom called us in, because it was time for trick-or-treating. Payton was hiding behind the corner. He tried to scare us and it worked! But he scared me a little too much. I slapped him in the face. I call it karma.
I really wanted to be a vampire for Halloween last year, but I had to be Alice. I was going to go with my best friend, Sophie (who had the same name as me, so she was Sophie W. and I was Sophie A.). We went through a really scary “hall”/ “room”. Suddenly a mummy rose up, followed by a zombie and a one-eyed monster who had 20 feet (ten for each leg). We ran screaming. Well, the monsters chased us. The zombie was extremely fast and started gaining…fast……
When my sister was younger, and we carved pumpkins, she wanted to have her pumpkin’s tongue sticking out. I thought it was impossible! But we managed to do it.
One year on Halloween, I was trick-or-treating with my mom. Up ahead, someone had made a tunnel with steam billowing out of it that, only if people went through it would they get one miserable candy. The tarp-covered tunnel was filled with dummies and things that moved if you walked by. It was dark in there, and a neighbor of mine who was two years younger than me decided to go through.
I peeked in as he walked through confidently, and a foot-tall, long-legged, hairy spider sprang out at him. A rat, grotesquely fat and fuzzy, wriggled inside a man’s open stomach, full of plastic red guts. My neighbor strode through the exit, unflinching, and proudly took a gross-looking lollipop. I was horrified. I crawled away, my spotted fur standing on end in my mind. I was proud to have even peeked in. I was such a courageous cheetah.
I gasped. How could I see a rat and not try to kill it? It was in there, distracted, and my soft tummy was growling. Forget this candy! It makes my paws sticky and gross, and then I can’t kill. I forgot all my fears, then I snuck…and pounced!!
Unfortunately, something pounced on me that I hadn’t been thinking about. That darn spider! I killed the rat with a bite to the neck and whipped around to face the giant spider. It was about a foot away, and slowly crawling closer. I screeched, leaped and hurled my paws at it in a raging tornado of fur and claws. It eventually curled up and died. Out of battery. I knew this would happen soon. Now I can enjoy my rat in peace. –Hey! This is fabric!
Sarah Pemberton is a teacher, a writer, and the founder of Write Now!. Sarah lives in Portland, Oregon with her two daughters.