Fictional Friday is back. I hope you are all ready to once again be creative. As you work on your memoir project, I want you to consider some other possibilities for expressing your imagination. I realize that for your free reading you will be concentrating on nonfiction and planning your "talk show" interviews for the end of the marking period. That does not mean you should completely forget about fiction and creativity. We will be starting a very bizarre novel shortly and I want to ease you into it.
Our new novel will have a touch of science fiction so be ready for anything and everything, as they say. To get you started and thinking along the lines of the weird and the seemingly impossible, I am posting some pictures that may or may not have something to do with our new novel. I would like you to preview the pictures and see if you can develop your own story line fitting each picture somewhere into the plot. You have my permission to be as weird as you like. Remember, this book will be science fiction.
Spoiler alert>>> Anyone who has already read our new book or has been told anything about the plot from an older sister/brother (Allan) make sure you do not ruin the surprise or shock value of the novel for the rest of the classes. Thanks
Okay, enjoy the pictures and let your imaginations fly.....
If we had to develop a story around some of these pictures, the first thing that came to mind was two kids on the swings, and then suddenly the season changes before their eyes and they are sleding down the snowy hill. And then, it suddenly turns back to spring, due to the picture of the flower. The kids later find out that an airplane above them showered down certain stuff, causing the seaons to change.
ReplyDeleteAs we ran through the trenches, my comrads being shot down all around me, all i can say to my self is stay down, stay down, stay down. The enemy is moving foward and we cant stop them yet, w have to wait for the artillary to arrive. The man on the radio said the tanks would be here in 5 minuints 10 minuints ago. Im starting to worry, if they dont get here soon were all going to die. they are closing in around us and i dont know what do. so without thinking i throw my gun down and raise my hands in defeat. all my other squadmates didnt make it and went down fighting. i was captured alive and put in war prisnor prison for 30 years. the conditions were horrible and people were dieng all around me, it was horrible. i managed to survive on the scraps of food each day and then made it here. on the back of the transport truck headed to the exicution stage in the towns square. ... the story continues.
ReplyDeleteI was going on a flight to New York to finally meet my grandparents. My parents said that there are very interesting people and that my grandfather has a very interesting background of his life. My grandfather was in World War 1 and The Vietnam War. A lot of his good buddies died in the war and my grandmother actually almost lost him in the Vietnam war too! My grandfather was shipped back to a hospital in Ellis Island where he had to undergo surgery for being shot in the chest. I have a baby brother and a 5 year old too and they've got to know and truly love now. My grandparents love to eat healthy and especially love to eat apples. We've got to know them over the past 5 years and I am so glad I got to meet them and to have people like them in my life. Hi Mrs.P! I just made up this story but my grandfather was actually in The Vietnam War. He is still alive and living pretty healthy, but has diabetes and is 62. I'm glad I have him in my life, so I can learn more about The Vietnam War from him. See you tomorrow, Mrs.P! :)
ReplyDelete~Courtney M.
@ Jenna...Nice job trying to piece the pictures together.
ReplyDelete@ Blayne...This sounds like it will make a fantastic story. Perfect but nothing like the book we will be reading...well, maybe just a little. You'll see.
@ Courtney M...Nice start of a story. Thanks for sharing the information about your grandfather too. Please ask him if his number came up in the draft for the Vietnam War. That's what I remember the most about that time period. In your story, I don't think someone would be on both WWI and the Vietnam War. Did you tell him about our video from the memorial? Check the dates of both wars. They were not close enough together. Thanks for posting.
Mrs. Prisbell
I hope so i love war stories im always so intuned with those its what i like to read and understand
ReplyDeleteOur town was never normal. To the surrounding areas, everything we did was not right. Our flowers pointed the wrong way, our old were too wrinkly and our new borns were too new. The children didn't need fancy radios or tv's to be happy. They enjoyed simplicity, a swing set and bikes were fine for them. My quaint little town didn't believe in pills or medicines. The good old recicpe of chicken noddle was fine for us. Maybe that's what caused us to be segragated. We had no contact with anyone else. The 12 surrounding towns would whisper to their children " Honey, stay away from them, they're from the other part of town" when we walked past. But we all got used to it.
ReplyDeleteIt was a cold winter's afternoon, I had just finished sledding and I was in the process of hauling my sled down the unpaved streets. My cloths were soaked and the wind slapped against my cheeks and nose. I was freezing. Finally, I reached the warmth of my cottage. But I didn't get the warm greeting I was used to. Instead, all I found were my mother and father crowded around the radio, soaking in every word as if their lives depended on it. Listening from the door, I heard snippets of the male annoncer's deep voice " Air plane... Bomb... 176 dead... 459 injured...". My heart stopped, there had been an attack? Here of all places! I walked in, not caring on how badly I was soaking the carpet to lisen closer. " It's offical folks" the voice called " We have declared War! All males in a twelve mile radius of the WWW Greengrass radio tower must report to war.".
~ Alanis
My look of shock outweighed my parents. Not only were we going to war, I was going to have to fight. This couldn't be happening. I was only sixteen, I could barely drive let alone handle a gun. Sweat collected in my palms and I faced my parents. Their grim expressions only proved the inedivable, I was going to war.
ReplyDeleteThe next day, I packed up what few belongings I had and shipped out. A few heartfelt goodbyes were shared. My mom sobbing " Oh, Syd don't leave" and my father giving a stiff " Good luck son" as I walked into the tank and left my odd home town forever. In the army, they gave us strict rules. Two rationed meals a day, training every 3 hours and the golden rule " If you don't have a gun on you at all times, the sun in the sky might be the last one you see". I was taught how to fight in the new trench warfare. My skin was stained with the trench's dirt and decay. I didn't want to fight. Seeing anyone die, on my side or the enemy's pulled at my heartstrings. This boy just wasn't cut out for war.
Even though we had to fight as one, the troops didn't live was one. The 'normal' towns stuck together, huddling in a corner whisphering and pointing at us. While the 'strange' ones, sat awkwardly, having the dust bunnies to keep us company. But the war that we all had been dreading finally came. The alarms sounded and we all abandoned our activities and poured into the trenches. With guns cocked and gernades in hand, we were ready.
The enemny was in sight, their apple red uniforms visisble in the horizon. We waited and waited, then the first trigger was pulled. The battle had begun. Smoke clouded the air and we all chocked on the smell of the dead, the smoke and our fear. I was locked in on a target, my finger moments away from the trigger when I felt a sharp stinging in my chest. I had been shot.My knees trembled and I fell to the dirty floor. The world around me was fading, I knew I was going to die. But I saw a figure running towards me. I knew him quickly by the pink ribbion tied around his arm to remind him of his daughters. The old wise General Reid ran up to me. He scooped me up and carried me across the battle field. My mind was at a lost. Not only was I being saved, I was being saved by a 'normal' person. General Reid had the beggest grudge against the 'strange'. It's funny how such a tragic event can bring people together. The sad thing is, it took a war to do it.
I had WAY to much fun writing this. I think I got in all the pictures in one way or another (:
~ Alanis
P.S Sorry that this was in 2 parts... Apparently it was too long to post. But I HAD to get it all in somehow. I just might continue this into a full out story.
My story would go like this: I was born before the war. When relatives went to see me in the hospital, I was found clutching a brown bear. If only things could stay as simple as when you are no more than a day old, the world filled with equality and easiness. I remember that when I was young, around the age of seven, I would go sledding down the hills frosted with heavenly white ice. I would go down the slides at the parks with my sister and ride my pitch black bike with my friends. Yet everything would change so quickly. A war would happen, and I would play a part in it. As drafts went out, I was forced to sign up. I always thought that I would never get the call. Yet I did. My mother looked me in the eye and said, "Henry, you come back alive." I would, but so many others wouldn't. I boarded the plane that led me to foreign lands filled with foreign enemies I did not know and did not hate. Was I supposed to hate them? And then the next thing I knew, I was fighting in the war. Hiding in trenches, eating scraps for days, and never knowing if I would be the one taken. If I would be the next one dead. My troop was small. There were fourteen of us. Now, only two of us are alive to tell what happened. Twelve innocent people dead from a war they did not want to fight. I will never forget that number. Twelve. My friend John, an Asian-American man, was the only survivor along with me. And now we are old. And no one remembers what we do. ~Emma
ReplyDeleteOkay! I'll check those dates and I didn't tell him about the video but I will when I see him Sunday! I'll also ask him if his number came up too! I wanted to tell you about this letter I got about a month and a half ago! It was from the People to People Leadership Embassador Program. In the fall, I'm going to Washington D.C. to meet a bunch of kids from around the world and I'll be meeting people from congress and I'll be visiting different places in D.C. and a lot of my family is going with me. I wanted to tell you that! Bye Mrs.P! :)
ReplyDelete~Courtney M.
World War 1 started in 1914 and The Vietnam War started in 1954.
ReplyDelete~Courtney M.
Interesting that with all the pictures I posted, you guys are using the war scene as your main focus. I will see if I can print these stories you have started here on the blog. Maybe they will be worth continuing in May for our big writing project.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alanis and Emma. I loved them both.
Mrs. Prisbell P.S. Alanis, you can write as much as you want. I welcome your contributions to the blog.
But mrs prisbell so much can go into a war story that it is fun to write because almost anything can happen in them
ReplyDelete@ Courtney M....People to People is such an exciting program. I can't wait to hear all about it. :)
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Okay! I will tell you about what I'll actually be doing soon. Bye Mrs.P! :)
ReplyDelete~Courtney M.
My family was taking a trip to Asia, just to see how things were different there from America, but it turned out to be an adventure to the past.
ReplyDeleteIt was twelve o'clock when we left for the airport, the sun was shining and it was Winter, so kids were sledding down hills everywhere. We boarded the plane and my sister, with her favorite pink bow in her hair, had to sit next an older American man who was asleep. I was sitting with my parents.
The ride was long and I couldn't wait to get there. My sister had to take medicine for her head twice because the man beside her would not stop snoring. I was starving since all I had for breakfast that day was a red apple. We finally arrived and that was when everything strange started occuring.
As soon as we stepped foot on the earth, an elderly Asian man greeted us. He said that he spoke English and whatever Asians spoke, so he would stay with us to translate. He took us to our hotel where pictures hung on every wall. We checked in and got the keys to our room. The Asian man(he still hadn't told us his name)took the keys and showed us to our room. He open the door for us, let us in, but before my parents could get the key from him, he closed the door and locked it on the outside. None of my family members had expected this or what would happen next.
My parents just told us to unpack and we would call the front desk. Before we finished packing, the room started changing colors. I started seeing white and brown, not the colors that the wall was. My sister and I went close to my parents; we weren't sure what would happen next. We saw a baby sleeping on a fluffy blanket and grasping a teedy bear. My family discovered that we could talk to each other, but wecouldn't talk to the baby. The only one that we could talk to that wasn't part of our family was the Asian man. He suddenly appeared behind us.
He told us that we were traveling back in time and we would see several different things. After seeing the baby for a few minutes, our surroundings started to change again, except this time we saw green and a mixture of other colors. Finally it came into view, there were two girls sliding down a metal slide. The Asian man explained that one of the girls was the baby we just saw, but a bit older. She was with her friend. He walked us around the beautiful park for a bit. However, before we finished, it started to get dark out and we started hearing loud bangs.
It turns out we were watching World War I. The troops were in trenches. They were running around and shooting continuously. I was scared and I was sure my sister was too. We both stayed close to our parents. The Asian man explained to us that we were watching World War I. The girl that we saw as a baby and on the slide was disguised as a man and fighting in the war.
The world around us started changing again. It turned maroon and a woman in her house came to view. She was now forty with two sons, one ten and the other twenty. The Asian man said we had one more stage to go through. As soon as he finished saying this, the walls started to turn white. There was a woman lying in a bed. After a couple of minutes, a man and an older woman came in.
"oh my gosh." my dad said, that's Grandma, my mom. Wow, I thought, that was awesome, I got to see my grandmother when she was younger. The Asian man smiled and somehow took us back to our hotel and we went to sleep. I couldn't wait to see what tommorow would bring.
@ Devony....I love time travel. It was interesting how you saw your grandmother when she was young. What an great twist.
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Going back to my story: When I returned from the war, it seemed as though the fact that I was the one to come back, not Lee or Dan or the others, was just a reminder of what happened. When John and I walked off of the plane, people looked at us expectantly, waiting to see the others come out. But they didn't, and every single person turned their face to John and I. They had gray, ashen faces, and many looked pale. A little girl no older than six looked at me. She didn't realize what had happened. Running up to me, she asked, "Where is Daddy?" It must have been Lee's daughter. They both had the curly red hair and bright green eyes. I couldn't answer her. I just held one hand, John held the other, and we walked her back to her mother who stared at us with blank eyes.
ReplyDelete"Did he say anything?" She asked. I just shook my head slowly. John couldn't even look at her. He just held his head down and you could see the tears falling down his face. I couldn't do any talking. It seemed as though time on the battlefield had stolen words from my lips.
When I returned home, I couldn't do anything. I sat in my room and looked at the faded walls. It really wasn't fair. Why did the others have to die? The peeling paint seemed to reflect me: slowly coming off from the world until it floated down to the bottom of absolutely nothing. My mother tried to get me to talk. "Brighten up, Henry. Your sister is coming all the way from New Jersey to see you and me in Georgia. She's bringing Allie. Now you have to look happy for your niece." How could I look happy? I had seen things that others can only find in the devil himself. I felt as though I was a corpse, moving slowly and carelessly, with no purpose. Did I have a purpose?
A few days later, my sister Lucy and her daughter Allie showed up. Lucy could say nothing to me. There was nothing to say. Allie was four, so she was wary of me. "You look different, Uncle Henry. Are you sick? I will make you better." She then proceeded to take sparkles out of her pocket and sprinkling them on me. "Now you will be all better Uncle Henry." She pronounced Henry as Henwy, showing that she could not pronounce her r's yet.
"Allie, leave Uncle Henry alone. He isn't feeling his best." Lucy said.
"Uncle Henry feels fine. I gave him some magic fairy powder." Allie responded. She then turned to me once again and asked, "I missed you. You were gone for a long time. Where were you?" And when yet again I could not answer her, she gasped. "Oh no! Mommy, my magic fairy powder stole Uncle Henry's voice! Help me get it back! Those mean fairies." And she shoved her hand into her pockets and called "Here Uncle Henry's voice. It is okay. I will not hurt you." And for the first time in months, I smiled. ~Emma
@ Emma....Great! I will print again to save your work. Mrs. Prisbell
ReplyDeleteHere's an anecdote of what my story would begin: When i was a new born baby i had a beautiful, brown, and best bear in the world that stuck with me through thick and thin.
ReplyDeleteNow that you've heard from everyone else, the spotlight is once again back on me! :)
ReplyDeleteMy nanny, Gretchen, raked a brush through my dark brown hair. She always pulled and tugged too hard so that when she finally laid the brush down on my nightstand, it was covered in hair. As she treaded a pink prissy ribbon through my hair, The Baby began to cry. I never called The Baby by its actual name, I didn’t even know it; I think it was Selene or something. Its high pitched wails echoed through the corridor and oozed under the crevice of my door.
“Hold on Dalia, let me go check on The Baby,” Gretchen said, her voice full of authority like it always is. She exited the room, her wide hips still swaying as if she were trying to seduce a man, even though she was already in her late sixties. As the door thudded shut behind her, I let out a long held breath.
From my quiet room at the top on my house, you could hear the planes jet by overhead. Planes were always flying around now a day, at all hours of the day. I didn’t know why, but sometimes I could hear snippets of Daddy’s conversations through his office door. He was always anxious, always talking in hurried hushed tones, and he had even less time to spend with me than before.
I pulled out a box from under my bed. This box in particular her everything that my mother passed down to me after she died; her sparkling wedding jewels tinkled as I searched through the box, searching for my pictures. I delicately placed my mother’s pressed sunflower off to the side; her perfume still lingered on it, and with shaking fingers took out some black and white photos.
An army campsite with dirty men and dirty tents stared back at me; the next picture was of an old wrinkly man, white as snow. I treasured the last picture greatly, it was of an old oriental man, and he had been my mother’s mentor. According to stories that Gretchen told me, he taught my mother the art of witchcraft….
Ooops, I found a typo in mine:
ReplyDeletein the fourth paragraph, second sentence, it should say:
This box in particular HAD everything...
Thank you Calvin and posting. It's a start.
ReplyDeleteJazmine, I will print your interesting story. Thanks
Mrs. Prisbell
This piture of the Chinese guy is a kong fu master who's name is Chung. He only teaches his nefu Yoe. This is because he doesn't no how to stand up for himself. Chung is teaching Yoe the ancient way of his four fathers. Ching soon learns that he is the chosen one and he has to save China with his nefu Yoe.
ReplyDeleteReese hardy.....
Thanks Reese. How did you know all that?
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*unobtrusively makes a return to Mrs. Prisbell's blog*
Hello I'm back!
My hands were red and shaking. Trembles of cold ran up and down my back. If it weren't for my lucky sled these sacrifices of body heat would be all for not. I loved the way the breeze soared through my hair as I drifted down that ice cold slope of wonder. I always hoped it would never end, and drastic disappointment fell upon me, consuming me, when I realized I had to climb that quarter-mile hill all the way back up. Snowman's Steep was it"s name, located behind the local library. It was the main attraction on cold snowy days like these, and kids of all ages dragged their worrisome parents over. All the parents hated the fact that a busy street was just at the bottom of the hill, but we always built a little mound 10 feet from the hill's mighty base. This mound stopped us, preventing any horrific accidents.
I had successfully strapped on my gloves. I felt like a doll dressed by a three year old! My mom clothed me in a tee shirt, a longsleeve shirt, a goodie, my winter coat, two pairs of sweatpants, snow pants, waterproof carpenter boots, and thermal underwear! There was so much on me I couldn't buckle my seatbelt, but my father said that was fine. He told me I was wearing all the cushioning I'd ever need. I sure hoped he was right.
As the car made a stop by the library, we saw the top of the hill, but the hill itself was so steep there was no telling where the bottom of it was. In hand was my trusty sled. It was my favorite sled, handcrafted for my by my grandfather, and I swear it's the fastest sled on Earth! I gripped tightly and silently gulped. I have been up and down this hill many times before, but I had a bad feeling about today.
ReplyDeleteAs I swallowed my fear I loosened my grip on the sturdy wooden planks and listened to a quiet thud as the hefty steel gliders pounded into the snow. I swiftly boarded what suddenly felt like a deathtrap, but figured I would be fine once I got going. My Dad gave me a slight push, and I flew down that hill. Crash! I hit the mound with such power that anyone could see the evidence of my front bumper hitting it. I unboarded with such laughter, tears nearly running down my face. Now it was time to journey back up.
Despite the killing the tremendous hill put on my thighs, I eagerly put the sled back in it's place on the ground. Soon enough I was on the go. Oblivious to the world around me, I eventually realized I was on a direct path to plowing a young child. With all my might I tried to steer the colt blazing down the runway. I never had to steer a sled before! Instinctively I pulled left, and the beast free from my command sharply turned right. Now I was about to ram into teenagers much older than myself. As I screamed for them to move, they all abandoned my course, but also abandoned their snowboard ramp. I clenched my eyes tight; when I opened them up I was flying!
I found out I shot off the ramp like a bullet from a pistol! Shortly I was soaring over the man-made barrier, the only life line between myself and heavy traffic. With the speed I built up the only was to stop was to slide across the street and into a snowbank on the opposite side of the road. Immediately that was no an option as a blue Grand Caravan fiercely showed no sign of stopping. The second my sled hit the ground I rolled off.... but I continued to roll! Afterward I was lying in the street, then I passed out.
Finally I was in the hospital. I broke a collarbone and my arm on the roll. My Grandfathers sled was totaled. If it hadn't continued into the road and taken the hit I would have been the one stopping the car. Now I know why my Grandfather thought the wood ^he made the sled from was special, not because it was light and versatile, but because he knew it would be of great importance to me later in life. Even to this day I only craft things from the "Miracle Forest", the only place my Grandfather got wood, and his miracle let me know that someone in heaven is still watching out for me.
~Andrew
Sorry fr taking two spaces, I broke the 4,000 character rule. This was my second longest post ever! (first longest never was posted on here considering it exceeded 15,000 characters and took up 40 pictures on my iPod.)
ReplyDeleteWow! Welcome back, Andrew. I didn't realize how much we missed you until I read your story ---creative and emotional all in one. I will print a copy. It's good to have you back.
ReplyDeleteMrs. P
if had to write a story on thse pictures it would go like this. As my grandfather sat down and told me his storyies about the war he was telling me about world war 1 and he was telling me about the trench war fare and how planes were going down in front of him and all he can think about is my mom because she was a neborn when he wnt into the war. This was just a normal day at my gradfathers. Mike morelli
ReplyDeleteThanks Mikey. This would make a good story.
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My story would be on the eldery man, he looks like he has a lot of wisdom he could share. Maybe a discovery of some kind he never wanted to share or had nobody to tell it to, i don't know just "a diamond in the ruff" kind of idea. -nick DeGennaro
ReplyDeleteHi Nick. I am glad to see you back on the blog. Your idea has potential.
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I think I know what most of the pictures mean, but I am confused about the trench warfare. Trench warfare happened during World War I, and I don't think it would happen in the future with Jonas. They don't know what animals are and they find planes to be extra fascinating. I highly doubt that a war would happen in the story. That only means that something with the past is involved.
ReplyDeleteAnother thing, is the town Jonas lives in the only one like it? When Lily talks about the other Seven who was acting like an animal, it seems like he was acting like a normal seven-year-old. They run around. Lily doesn't seem like that kind of person, so I doubt anyone else would be like that. That makes me think that maybe Jonas lives in the only town like his. Just an idea.
~Emma A.
I dont get what the world war i picture is of
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Thanks Emma. I like the way you are thinking. Your comments are very insightful. I can't wait until the war picture makes sense.
ReplyDeleteLook for a new blog tomorrow morning:)
Mrs. P