On the subject of the singularly British holiday of Bonfire Night (Guy Fawkes Night, Whatever) I taught a few lessons in the school. These are a bunch of sheets I prepared. The first is a handout for kids and the others contain some teaching ideas and more information and whatnot. This is not a story.
There was also an art activity but at the present time I don't have the ability to digitise it.
A printable pdf version of snailsnail's collection of poetry: You Mislaid My Secrets. The proper online version is here
Unlike other items in the wrdstore this is not prose and it is not included under the same license as the others. Instead it is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
An illustrated story I wrote for my grade 3 class of Spanish children. It is somewhat plagiarised and was written with the vocabulary items ‘leopard’, ‘nervous’, ‘afraid’ and ‘hunt’ in mind.
Click the notes icon for some ideas of how to use it in a classroom.
A short story that I wrote on a particularly long coach journey. Of the people in the story only the couple (but not their children) were really on the coach, the rest are invented. However, most of the snatches of conversation are really as heard (or misheard).
It was indeed a full moon.
An illustrated story I wrote for my grade 2 class of Spanish children. The story revolves around an in-joke from the class room whereby I was called Dr Johnson instead of John, after a character from the class' English text book. The story is left without an end so that the children could make up their own one.
This was an attempt in early 2008 to write a kind of serialised story in lots of little chunks – a small piece each day. However, it got increasingly complicated to keep track of all the characters, particularly as many characters existed inside other characters metaphors. In the end I gave up.
A short story about love. Some confessions: The palindromes idea was wilfully appropriated from the film Los Amantes del Círculo Polar; however, while the film uses the palindromic names of the main characters as part of its imagery of circles, I use them instead as part of a sequence of ping-pong-like movements, an idea which I've also used in some other stories.
The Cuban portion of the story is very very loosely based on the recollections of my friend Elisa's experiences in that country, but the rest of the portions are entirely fictional. The story takes place on a succession of increasingly remote islands and there is one section missing, the middle one. In between Madeira and Foula is a moderately inhabited island where the gardening mentioned in the prologue takes place, but the characters don't talk about that - dark days.
And then, of course, we've got some fairly heavy alcoholism going on.
A very short story that I wrote on the train from Tonbridge to Sturry.
This is actually already up on the web, and has been for some time, embedded in a flash movie, but it seemed too hard to find and deserving of a revamp, a reformat. I wrote it at the beginning of the '04-'05 term for the site that it's otherwise found in. Unfortunately it was written right after reading "The Unconsoled" and owes rather too much to it.
A story written in the last two days, mostly while waiting for "Grate's Late" to render. Not that i'm a big fan of stories in the first person with white, middle class, male, heterosexual narrators, but still, it's easy to write that way isn't it?