Narratives+1

= = = The purpose of a narrative is to tell a story. Good narratives entertain the reader and create a picture of the events in their mind. Descriptive language is the key to creating a vivid image. Sometimes engaging novels are transformed into movies. =

 Class Bully **by DM** {To view the Clay Animation of this narrative, click the title} The bully was in the playground and he saw a ball. He jogged over and grabbed it. He saw a boy walking nearby when he threw it to himself. As he was a bully he had evil intentions.

The bully threw the ball intending to hit the boy but the boy ducked under the ball. So the bully ran to the gym to get a second ball. The boy walked away because the bully did. However, the bully walked back with another ball and threw it at the boy.

The boy went to tell the teacher and the bully went to detention. The boy went to the teacher to get back the ball and continued to play. The bully and the boy shook hands and went back to play in the playground.

=Cold by FV = One day on a cold Christmas Eve, Santa was packing the presents into his sleigh. He drove the sleigh outside and parked it in front of the garage. Santa went for a little sleep. Two hours later Minga the penguin woke Santa up and told him that his sleigh had frozen. Santa was screaming angrily! Then came along Franky the Elf who brought Santa a cup of tea.

When Santa finished his nice warm tea, he went outside in the freezing cold and looked at his sleigh. Santa was thinking, "How can I send the presents to the children tonight?"

Franky came outside with his red robe and asked Santa if he'd like him to call Fireman. Santa said, "YES CERTAINLY!" So Franky called Fireman. Fireman came and melted all the ice off the sleigh. "Thank you!" said Santa. "No probs," said Fireman.

Santa safely delivered the presents to the children.

 =Cold by CS = Blake stabbed his pick in the rock covered in snow. He was climbing the mountain very fast, with his brother Dominic, who was just behind him. It was May nineteenth 2006, Dominic's 14th birthday. "You okay down there?" "I'm okay!" Dominic replied. The two boys kept on climbing the icy mountain at a fast pace.

Blake swung his pick, lodged it into the mountain and noticed something. A crack bolted down the mountain. The snowy mountain started to shake and then slide out of place. Snow slid down the mountain. Half the mountain was collapsing and there was an avalanche. The boys got covered with snow and went down the mountain. Eventually the snow had stopped and the mountain got stuck in place.

Their heads popped out of the snow. They were lucky to still be conscious. They got out of the snow and started walking around with a few scrapes and burns. The brothers had been walking around for hours. As soon as they were about to lose hope they saw a helicopter. The helicopter had saved them.

Blake and Dominic said they'd never do that again.