JILL CLOUGH LIVE BLOG: DECEMBER 18, 2023


SIX WORD STORIES


I SPENT A GREAT MORNING AT Carnforth High School, working with Year 7 students on creative expression, to encourage them to write for themselves. I showed them the videos created by Matthew Connolly for my three novels published so far, to help them see how exciting language can be, and then read some Six Word Stories, to demonstrate how powerful a few words can be. Altering or adding a single word can change the whole meaning of the story.

 

We began with Six Word Stories taken from songs, plays, and novels. English seems to lend itself to the six-word story!

 

For instance:

 

To be or not to be ..

It’s been a hard day’s night

You’ve got a friend in me.

Marley was dead. To begin with.

It was the best of times.

 

Then we read stories which are complete in themselves:

 

Lovely spring weather. Bubonic plague raging

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve. Didn’t. Didn’t. Didn’t.

Tomorrow they’ll interview everybody I know.

 

Year 7 Six Word Stories

At first the students were a bit doubtful, but ‘I can’t think of anything’ qjuickly turned to ‘I’ve got one,’ and. I’ve got two.’ Here are samples. I am SO impressed.

 

  • She likes beauty, he likes sports
  • Filthy fingerprints, blood around, case unfound
  • She was murdered but why today?
  • The time flies like wind blows
  • Love is strong but never true
  • Demon flowers are colourful and bright
  • Darkness, sadness on a cold night
  • Stay strong and believe in horses
  • The baby’s birthday would be today
  • Why can’t we just be friends?
  • Reading every day makes you smarter
  • Why don’t I see my dad?
  • Just let me be myself everyday
  • Little girl left in the park
  • Everything was slowly falling into hell
  • Baby bird out of the tree
  • Spy – assassin – telepath – secrets hidden away
  • I am not safe at home
  • Never give up and stay strong
  • Why am I always so different?
  • Tomorrow is the past’s future
  • Why don’t you see my beauty?
  • He cried, regretting his horrible action
  • Shot dead but he didn’t die
  • Pen flew, after growing paper wings

 

 

After this, I read opening lines of a few famous novels and invited them to produce their own. We ran out of time, but these are a few.

 

If you don’t like sad stories I suggest you put this book down.

            A loud screech echoed in the mist.

The wind was howling in the small village.

            The grass was green but flowers died in my darkened world]

The essence of the perfume lingering, spring colours blossoming – FLASH.  I was back.

 

I hope they carry on writing. I was hugely impressed by their originality and promised to post their stories in the blog on my website.