Creative Writing for 11ENG

Creating Writing

In this task, you will produce a piece of creative writing of at least 350 words,

choosing your topic from a variety of starters.

Your teacher will show you examples of the style

of writing you will be aiming to produce.

Starter Four

Choose a picture from the internet and write a story about it.

Please check the picture with your English teacher first. 

Story Title: Stories Upon The Stars

The grassy field danced through the wind under the moonlit sky. The blooming flowers were reflected by the moons silver glow. The smell of sweet fragrance ran through the air.

A girl walked slowly through the dark green field mesmerizing the beauty of it. 

As she went past a lonely oak tree, a pack of daffodils and a few rocks and stones, she made it to her destination. A few faded but cherished memories crossed her mind. She remembered always hanging out on this wide-open field. 

Her grandpa would always bring her to this place whether it be day or night. It was great here, the light breeze would fan out the heat in her body during the summer and the view during the night was the best, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. The dark void of the sky would be painted by the countless shining diamonds at night.

She remembered her grandpa sitting on the grass, telling her stories of his past adventures around the world, it was full of wacky and crazy escapades with his friends, learning about what it had to offer. She remembered her grandfather telling her of the story of how he climbed the side of a mountain, how he learned to catch a fish with his bare hands and how he swam through a frozen lake. She remembers all of it... Well, that’s what she keeps telling herself. 

Two years have passed since her grandfather died. Two long agonizing years of self-loathing.

She hates it how she can’t remember anything her grandfather has told her, she hates it how she can’t recognise her grandfather’s face and she really hates it how she can’t remember anything her grandfather has taught her.

Reality sits in and she remembered where she was at. She was on a field under the bright silver moon. She looks a down, a pained sighed came out of her lips before she sat down on the grass. She looked up into the star and a memory rushed through her head. 

“When you look up at the night sky and see the billions of stars out there, which one do you see?” An old man said. 

“Huh?” The little girl responded, tilting her head in a comical manner.

“Just like the stars, there are billions of story out there. Each one with a different version of itself but when you look at the star which one do you see?” Replying back. “Even if you don’t exactly hear or remember the right story, at least you still remembered that it was there.” The old man finished.