Lithograph, Eric Carle
For this week's blog commentary, I'd like you to complete a creative write using (you guessed it) the alphabet. Write a winter themed story (sounds easy enough, right?); the catch: each sentence must start with each letter of the alphabet in order (hence the title: A to Z Story).
Before you begin your story, think about what you will write about. The theme is "winter," so think about the kinds of things (people, food, activities) you associate with this time of year. You could even try writing about a favorite winter-themed memory. Snow days, cookies, overeating, frigid walks to the subway, mall exhaustion, vacationing with family: what stories do you have to tell about winter?
This is a tricky assignment. To help keep your sentences following in alphabetical order, try writing with dialogue and beginning sentences with dependent clauses. Read the beginning of my example story below for ideas.
**Remember to compose your story in a word document and proofread for CUPS (as well as alphabetical order) before posting!
P.S. If you're having trouble composing a full length story, try writing a poem. The same rule applies for a wintry poem: each line should follow in alphabetical order.
P.S. If you're having trouble composing a full length story, try writing a poem. The same rule applies for a wintry poem: each line should follow in alphabetical order.
Happy winter writing!
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Armed with flour, a bag of sugar, and more butter than I cared to consider, I began to examine the index cards each written out in Nan’s careful, spindly handwriting. Beside each recipe, Nan had jotted down a few words for the inexperienced baker: Forgotten Cookies, “they’re worth the trouble.”
Christmas, from as far back as I can remember, has not only been about family, but about...cookies. Deliciously sugary, buttery, morsels of sweetness. Everyone in my family had a favorite: Sandtarts, Molasses, Chocolate Drops, Ginger, and of course, forgotten cookies: the cloud-like meringue castles that concealed chocolate chips. From Thanksgiving on, Nan and my Grandmother would head to the kitchen, churning out tub after tub of old family favorites.
(To be continued...)
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