Writing a good story openings ks2
Story opening lines
The gravestones stood silently, row upon row like soldiers long forgotten, a scream shattered the silence The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. Chesterton, The Napoleon of Notting Hill Astute observations accompanied by a implied sigh of disgust are tricky to master, but Chesterton, one of the most multifaceted men of letters, lights the way for you with this sample of the form. It wasn't there last night. Please make sure it is original and not 'pinched' from somewhere else. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader The author of the Chronicles of Narnia no sooner introduces by name a new character in the latest installment than, in just five more words, he succeeds in telling you everything you need to know about him. The wardrobe doors opened and it came out of my wardrobe.
But if he can express such profound reluctance, it must be quite a story. Everything stopped, people were stood like statues all around me, people in cars, men on bicycles, babies in prams all lifeless, frozen in time. She scratched his face from the photograph. He cried for three whole days.
We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others.
She would get her revenge.
The two coins in his pocket clinked together as he stumbled down the cold pavement, the holes in his shoes turning his feet into blocks of ice. Frozen in time. This opening line makes it clear that farce is in force.
This snide introduction to the main character conveys a promise of a continuous feed of schadenfreude.
Famous story openings
A shrill cry echoed in the mist Icy wind slashed at his face and the rain danced its evil dance upon his head as he tried to get his bearings on the isolated beach. Keeping watch at the side of the ship, George was tiring; his eyes weary from constantly searching the horizon, were they also playing tricks on him? Bleary-eyed, I went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. Why did it feel like he was nearing the gallows? But if he can express such profound reluctance, it must be quite a story. It was him Closer and closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger, soon it filled the sky above, was the moon falling? It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. Dad just sat and cried. How many cats where there? Keep learning! You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.
I hung up. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. Peeking through the window her surprise turned to horror
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