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22 November 2015

6-word stories or short story beginnings...



OK, so I found a list of 6-word stories on the web and I loved them. Next thing I knew I was thinking of how to use this for a lesson.

The plan I came up with was to give the list to my students as FIRST SENTENCES for their new stories. 
You see, they always complain they don't know how to start their texts!

I had a wonderful time with this and I hope they did too,  because it somehow seems wrong for the teacher to be having all the fun, doesn't it? =D



Here is Ana Francisca and Francisca Pereira's short short story. That ending...

He brought roses home. Keys didn't fit. He didn't understand what was going on.
He went on a 5-day roadtrip with his crazy friends around California without their ladies. Obsiously they got angry.
During the journey they swam in the cleanest and most limpid waters, paddle surfed and saw sharks too. They drove along the longest roads and highways and to complete the journey they went to different discos every single night. 
In the last night, when they got back, they partied as always and got a little bit drunk. He had a flashback of his girlfriend and decided to surprise her.
He brought her fifty roses. When he got to the house the keys didn't fit! He rang the bell. An unkept-haired old woman opened the door. Ups...wrong door!


This is Margarida Novais. She comes in a bit strong but it's awesome writing =)

Jumped. Then I changed my mind. I thought I was dying . I had flashbacks of Josh going through my mind. And then it clicked. He was gone. We were free. I opened my eyes and laughed. Laughed like I’d never laughed before. I was free.
  I was five years old when my mom introduced Josh to us. First it was a dinner, a few months later, he moved in. I and my brother didn’t mind. He seemed nice, at first. He didn't have any children and my father had never been around so I think he wanted to play that part. And he did, until he started to drink at 10 a.m.. He was fired, so my mom worked to support all four of us. She was gone a big part of the day so she didn't notice him yelling at us for no reason and at one point hitting us. The first time he slapped me I was 7. I hated him. I hated him more when, once, I was upstairs, in my bedroom and he called my name, but I pretended I wasn't listening. He had never been very patient, so he came to my room, he opened the door, and he kicked me. I fell down the stairs. I think that was when my fear peaked. I was afraid of everything that involved being high above the ground. And yes, I was even afraid of stairs at first. This went on for a few years. He died when I was 12.


├éngela Marques went to space =)

Voyager still transmitted. Earth didn’t. They were all dead. Everything has been such a huge mess on Earth. A very contagious virus was infecting everyone and Ashton had as mission getting to know if Mars was ready to receive the healthy humans.
It had been a bumpy trip. It was the oldest space ship NASA had. He had a long journey ahead and nobody was answering his communication. He could save himself but he could not save everyone else.