20 Days of Holiday Writing: Day 4

Hi! I took a Christmas break, but we’re back on track!

Day 4:

 Remember the story starters we did earlier? You’re going to chose one of them to make your story!

I chose, “I looked at the chest sadly in  memory of my sister.”

Challenge 4:

Write a paragraph of your story- the rough draft. A rough draft is the first, and worst, draft of a story, book, or report. We write it quickly , not worrying about what sounds best or if we made a mistake. Ready? Go!

I looked at the chest sadly in memory of my sister. I couldn’t imagine the holidays without her. That chest has all of our memories together. Like when we used Mom’s wedding dress to make tutus- and she was so mad! She died right before her sweet sixteen party last summer.


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  1. A drop of rain fell from the sky and hit Jamie Gillset on the forehead. Jamie was coming home from school; the last day of school in fact. And tomorrow was her 17th birthday. Jamie remembered a day five years ago that changed the ways of everybody in the entire Gillset house hold. A day that changed her life.

  2. Just because I like writing so much I decided to do all three of my story starters.
    A strange tingling sensation washed over me, starting at the fingers and then fanning out. I opened my eyes and called for my friend, reaching for the chain.
    And then everything went black.
    I shoved against the rusty metal doors and stumbled out into the daylight. I put my hand to my head — an intense pain there made my whole body ache. A weathered bench sat in the dirt twenty yards away. The thought of resting my dead-tired feet was tantalizing, so I made my way across the cracked, water-deprived ground and plopped down on the sun-bleached boards.
    Where was I? I wondered, wiping my hand across my brow. The last thing I remembered was my hands going numb, a blinding flash of light, and complete darkness.
    But something was tugging at the back of my mind; something I was supposed to know, but couldn’t place my finger on it.
    I sat in the baking sun for a minute before it hit me.
    I sprang up in the air, shaking off my fatigue. As if electricity coursed through my veins, I ran into the building, franticly shouting, “Cat! CAT!” at the top of my lungs.
    Suddenly I was aware of someone behind me.
    “Jade Maxwell.”
    I stood flagpole straight. Goosebumps crawled over my skin. My pulse beat unbearably loud in my ears.
    “I know the location of the one you seek.”
    The sword slashed through the air, glinting wickedly in the moonlight. It stopped with a snap, pointing unmistakably at my heart.
    “Danielle Fox. Surrender. You are surrounded; there is no escape.”
    I stared up into the grim eyes of Commander Augustus. After thirteen years on the job, there was no sympathy left in his heart. Not even for fourteen year old girls like me.
    I was about to be locked up in a cold, dank cell for the rest of my miserable life, and I knew it.
    Oh, why had I ever let Aaron talk me into this in the first place?
    The plate slipped out of my hands and fell with a clatter to the stone floor. I struggled to see through the thick fog cloaking the figure. Was that . . .? It couldn’t be. She had been dead for years. A melodious whistle soared through the pines.
    There was no doubting it now.
    She was back.
    I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulders and hurried to the door. Immense fear — and wonder — gripped me as I stepped out onto the porch. Black skirts and a tattered goldenrod cape rustled around the figure as she trudged toward the castle, battling the wind early one February morning.
    “Raina?” I called softly, my voice trembling.
    “Gabriel?” came the weak reply.
    I gasped when I heard her voice. Raina Slater had been a good friend of mine. She had died three years ago while collecting firewood out in the forest. All evidence suggested she had drowned.
    But I had always had my suspicions. Raina knew how to swim, and the location of her suspected drowning was calm and shallow. They had never even found her body — only the necklace of polished black stones that she always wore.
    I cleared my mind of all disturbing images of the living dead and sprinted in the direction of her voice. I found the young woman slumped against a tree, gasping for breath. When she looked up at me, I saw that there were dark circles under her eyes. She hadn’t slept in days.
    Raina staggered to her feet as I approached. Her thin, pale hands gripped my forearms with alarming strength.
    A piercing shriek rose from the depths of the forest.
    “They’re coming.”
    Hehe, sorry they’re so long; I got a little bit carried away.

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