slice of life recount

Slice of Life Recount

A slice of life story - a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life.

Depicts every-day life of ordinary people.

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Slice of Life Recount

brief

captures a slice / cut out of an experience

makes a point

uses the senses

tell about the ordinary - a common shared experience sunset, baking, walking on a beach, scavenging in a rock pool, a trip to Snowplanet, Rainbow’s End, Huia, a camp experience - sailing for the first time, the flying fox....... surfing at Piha

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Language

Actions verbs

“The old woman was in his way” becomes

“The old woman barred his path”

“She laughed” - “She cackled”

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Active nouns - make the nouns do something i.e.

“It was raining” to become “Rain splashed down”

“There was a large cabinet” becomes

“A large cabinet seemed to fill the lounge”

Adjectives

the catthe valuable catthe old tortoiseshell cat

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Use of the senses: to describe and develop the experiences, setting and character:

•What does it smell like?•What can be heard?•What can be seen - details?•What does it taste like?•What does it feel like?

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Imagery

•Simile: The sea looked as rumpled as a blue quilted dressing gown. OrThe wind wrapped me up like a cloak.

•Metaphor: eg. She has a heart of stone or He is a stubborn mule or The man barked out the instructions.

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•Onomatopoeia: eg. crackle, splat, ooze, squish, boom, eg. The tyres whirred on the road. The pitter-patter of soft rain. The mud oozed and squished through my toes.

•Personification: eg. The steel beam clenched its muscles. Clouds limped across the sky. The pebbles on the path were grey with grief.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Skiing Nicholas Van Nest, Grade 6

Icy frost whips against my goggles, the wind, tearing through my clothes. My skis feeling as if they’re on fire as I speed down the hill toward the stunt ramp. Suddenly I flash back to last year’s vacation when I had been in the same boots racing down this very hill. I had forgotten to lean back, lost both skis from the ramp, and done a flip resulting in a head-plant. Well, that wasn’t going to happen this year, I thought, as I gripped the ski poles tighter and leaned forward. The wind was screaming in my ears as if even the elements were cheering me on. Tilting backwards I pushed one last time, and let speed decide my fate. On to the ramp I flew, shooting into the air losing all sense of gravity, time, or space, just begging to pull through. SWOOSH! I felt vibrations tingling the bottom of my skis. I’d made it! “I’m alive! Oh-ya!” I screamed. “In all of ya’ll faces. You all disgraces. Pick up the paces.” In the snow, dancing in my skis, I realized a German couple was staring at me wide-eyed, and I heard the husband say: “Iz ziz how all crazy Americans act?”

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