I've always found H really good at creative writing, she has such an imagination and is funny! I realize I'm biased though. Journal prompts used to be a lot more direct questions. The goal was always just to have her writing every day. She usually begins her day with a journal prompt. I either give one to her or she chooses her own somedays. This year I tried to add in many very open prompts to see what she would do. Now that we are getting close to the end of the year I'm sharing a few with her permission. I typed these as they were written and did not correct any errors. The prompt given is in bold.
"Three more days of this..."
The rain pours down like a waterfall. Lighting crackles, thunder rumbles, dark clouds cover the sun as you watch three days of water falling... like a sad movie in slow motion. Puddles of water gather at the surface of the ground. Beautiful boots, colored coats, and unique umbrellas dancing in the distance. Some people see rain as a beautiful thing. Some people see rain as a fun thing to play in, and some people see rain as a bad and very sad thing. Depends on how you look at things. Three days is a lot of time for people to see things differently.
Write a short myth on why the leaves change colors.
Once there was a beautiful native girl, her name was Agie. She was a normal girl. There was also another beautiful girl named Popo. They were both alike in some ways but different in others. A man named Alohnahi loved Agie instead of Popo. Alohnahi saw Popo was sad so he made the leaves turn yellow in September for her and made them Red in October for Agie and brown in November for himself.
You are an alien on your way to the super prison known as Earth, where you will spend the rest of your life as someone's pet.
"Aaggrrahh!!!" I yelled as my space ship entered E-A-R-T-H-'S atmosphere. I was from the galaxy sophatoshcamparantolapoosa. Also known as Patom. My name is now Fluffy. As I reached Earth my space ship melted away and I turned into a chihuahua. I landed into a "pet store." and got picked out by my new owner. This was going to be long.
Five Years Later.
"Life is better than I thought it would be. My owner is rich and so I get everything I want. My owner doesn't make me eat dog food, I eat human food. The best kind too!"
All of a sudden the phone rang. I answered it.
"We need you back up here." said a familiar voice. They wanted me back in Patom.
"I couldn't find a dragon on sale."
"I couldn't find a dragon on sale." I told my Master.
"Maybe next week." he replied.
My name is Kulahmana, I am a Dragon Warrior! I just need a dragon. Master Cusaph taught me everything I know. "Alrighty then." I said glumly. I was going to have to wait until next week to get a dragon.
"She said I should never work for a dragon..."
But as you can imagine being an eight year old little brother to a twelve year old big sister, I'd NEVER listen to her. She told me I shouldn't work for Mr. Dragonoonoigifallamirnous (every body calls him Mr. Dragon). He is a dragon, but he pays very good.
Five minutes later.
"Simon, You're fired!" Mr. Dragon hollered.
"S,S,Sorry Sir." I sputtered.
"That ain't gonna do it, OUT!"
I came out smoking and covered with ash.
"Told you." my sister said.
A short story about being a peach.
This is the happy story of Granny Peach. Ha! No way is this happy. This is the story of how I was smooshed, shoved in a jar and sold at the grocery store. Well lets start at the beginning, now don't get peachy on me. It was a hot June afternoon and I was resting on my branch, fuzzy as ever. Then, all of a sudden I was picked! I was waiting for somebody to rescue me, but nobody did. They put me in a blender, then fed me sugar. They put sugar all over me. Then I was packed in a jar, it was so tight I could barely breathe. I was with my new friends in a truck for a while. Finally, I was put on a shelf at the grocery store and I've been here ever since.
Write a poem about flowers.
Honeysuckle, violet, rose and thistle,
How she loves to whistle,
Honeysuckle, violet, rose, and thistle,
How I know she loves to whistle.
Oh it's Marigold so nice and pure,
If you're sick she'll have a cure.
Oh, Marigold a-whistlin'
Honeysuckle, violet, rose and thistle,
How I know she loves to whistle.
If you're pure she'll have a cure.
Oh she's Marigold so nice and pure.
Write a short poem that combines two older poems.
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
So she ran to fetch some water,
When she came back,
they looked like that,
with three heads on each shoulder,
so she ran up the hill to fetch a doctor,
but she tripped
and tumbled down
and her sheep came bahhhing after.
"That my friend is not a dog!"
We got it in Mexico. We asked around the see whose it was but they just smiled and shook their heads.
"Well, now I know why."
"What is it if it is not a Mexican hairless dog? Can you fix the foamy mouth?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"yes."
"It's a sewer rat, and it has rabies..."
"There is something in this coffee."
"well what is it?"
"I don't know."
"Ew, it looks like slobber."
"Whoa, its glowing and moving, its definitely alive!"
"Where did you get this water?"
"The river."
"Well it seems that someone put an animal in there."
"What kind of animal?"
"a sea animal"
"Did you drink any of this coffee?"
"no."
"Good, or else you'd be a goner."
"Why?"
"Cause Jellyfish are toxic!"
Thanks for reading and PLEASE tell H what you think!
