Whose Story Is This?
by 
andinadia
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Posted: Monday, March 2, 2015 Word Count: 200 Summary: It might look like cheating (!), but the idea of this story is that stories can be collaborations, so I thought I'd throw it out there. I'm at the very rough stage, but I thought I'd post the first draft spreads and see what you think and where you think it might be going. I'm trying to keep to the language and storytelling styles of young children. I hope that comes across. I'm also trying to experiment with the book format, which will need good artwork! |
Whose Story Is This?
(by Adam) (and Jake)
(with some help)
Spread 1
I’m going to tell you a story. It’s my first ever story.
It was this summer. I was out on my bike.
‘So was I, Adam! I’m in this story too!’
No, Jake. You’re not.
My brother Jake is always screaming.
Spread 2
‘I’M IN THIS STORY!’
See, I told you. My brother screams when he’s happy and he screams when he’s not.
There. That should do it.
(shuts bedroom door)
So, I was on my bike. My back wheel was squeaking, as usual.
Spread 3
I heard a noise. It was like a door that slammed above my head. Then the sun disappeared. Nearly.
Whoaaaaa!
I went flying through the hedge.
Spread 4
There was this train. In a field. And a lady waving a bright yellow flag, shouting, ‘Roll up, roll up! Ride your stories here.’
Ride your stories? That didn’t make much sense. Did she say writing?
‘Hey, I was on that train!’
No, you weren’t, Jake.
‘Yes, I WAS!’
Spread 5
So, there we were, sitting on this train, and the flag lady said, ‘When you’re ready to ride, just press the button.’
(by Adam) (and Jake)
(with some help)
Spread 1
I’m going to tell you a story. It’s my first ever story.
It was this summer. I was out on my bike.
‘So was I, Adam! I’m in this story too!’
No, Jake. You’re not.
My brother Jake is always screaming.
Spread 2
‘I’M IN THIS STORY!’
See, I told you. My brother screams when he’s happy and he screams when he’s not.
There. That should do it.
(shuts bedroom door)
So, I was on my bike. My back wheel was squeaking, as usual.
Spread 3
I heard a noise. It was like a door that slammed above my head. Then the sun disappeared. Nearly.
Whoaaaaa!
I went flying through the hedge.
Spread 4
There was this train. In a field. And a lady waving a bright yellow flag, shouting, ‘Roll up, roll up! Ride your stories here.’
Ride your stories? That didn’t make much sense. Did she say writing?
‘Hey, I was on that train!’
No, you weren’t, Jake.
‘Yes, I WAS!’
Spread 5
So, there we were, sitting on this train, and the flag lady said, ‘When you’re ready to ride, just press the button.’