5 step Creative Writing Lesson for Easter 

March 24, 2017

I share a year 10 class – I see them twice a fortnight. Having them such a limited number of times makes it hard to follow the usual program, so it’s become a time for me and the students to engage in some fun literacy activities. This week I decided to do some Easter based creative writing with the class… but seriously it could just be called ‘chocolate based’ if your kids aren’t into Easter. Below is a super quick overview of the lesson, as I know I will want to return to it again in the future. 

1. I filled an empty photocopy paper box with a bag of small solid chocolate Easter eggs. I put the lid on, and went into class shaking the box singing ‘What’s in the box? What’s in the box?’ (Aussie teachers will know the tune, hehe) and gave students a slip of paper on which they had to write their guess. I told them that I wanted them to impress me with their creativity and curiosity. I told them this was the opposite of Maths – they’d get more points for being wrong than right! 

2. Students then read out their one or two sentence descriptions of what was in the box – every student – and it was fun celebrating the weirdness of their guesses! We had frozen fingers, severed fingers, a collection of frozen tears, a small city under siege, the rumbling ocean, and a thunderstorm. Of course, we also had kids who said ‘chocolate Easter eggs’, haha! 

3. I then gave each student a chocolate egg – with the instruction that they could touch it, listen to it, smell it, look closely at it, and take a teeny tiny lick of it, BUT they couldn’t eat it! I then gave them the task: write a 100 word (exactly) description of the egg using sensory imagery, figurative language, and strong active verbs – it had to be present tense. This 100 word description activity I stole from Prue Green from literally years ago! 

4. I gave them each a new piece of paper for their writing – and a new challenge! They had to write from the character perspective I gave them – and I wanted to hear that character through strong narrative voice. Coming up with 25 different perspectives I realised was hard – so enlisted some enthusiastic kids to write some for me. You can see some of them in the photo below. 

5. Students then handed their 100 word descriptions to me, and I handed them out randomly to other students, who then read them, tried to identify the character perspective, wrote it on the paper, and returned it to the original writer. Kids loved this!! Lots of laughter was in the room. 

So that’s it… I was going to add a photo of an example response, but I left them st work – sorry! Give this activity a go… so damn fun! 


And For Your Information…

June 16, 2010

A creative piece by one of my students – they love feedback!

… and for your information, just because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, doesn’t mean my life’s perfect. No one’s life is perfect … especially not mine.

You see, my dad’s a journalist for some big shot news-paper and my mum’s – well I don’t actually know what she does, just that it involves a lot of money and late nights. (Yeah, that sort of political stuff.)

And me … I’m one year away from a psychotic breakdown. Read the rest of this entry »


June 16, 2010

Another creative piece from one of my students – again, feedback would be most appreciated.

“Silence is golden, duct-tape is silver”

It had been 4years, 7 months and 27 days since her vow of silence had began… and 4 years, 7 months and 27 days since she had first become a victim of the Governments Foster care program for childen-with-insane-fathers-who-like-to-murder-their-wives-in-their-sleep.

Problem with not talking Number One:

  • Not being able to tell people the truth

However this was a small blimp in a some what serene existence without words.

“It is simple,” she ponders “watching the world silently and not having to answer everyone’s tedious questions”. Read the rest of this entry »

A Catch

June 16, 2010

Another creative piece from one of my students – please feel free to comment.

Lynette had always considered herself to be a catch. However, when she met Troy for a blind date, she found herself in a situation she couldn’t handle.

He sits there and plays with his fork, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. She looks at him, he can’t be serious. She pulls at the tablecloth, she is nervous and moderately excited, but did he have to wear the Hawaiian shirt? Read the rest of this entry »

Indesiderato. Unwanted. Ignoranza. Ignorance

June 16, 2010

Please have a read and comment on this student’s story:

Indesiderato. Unwanted. Ignoranza. Ignorance

Stifled by an awful silence, she straightens up against the hardness of her chair, staring down upon her meal. Reluctantly eating her thyme, lime and carrot soup, she courts an impartial expression on her face, remains silent for the rest of the meal and looks down at her silver plate. Read the rest of this entry »

Rain continued to drizzle down …

June 10, 2010

A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Yuta develop his story further.

Rain continued to drizzle down, drumming itself against the concrete and iron slabs to applaud the arrival of the new season. With each drop, the familiar scent of moist, winter air exploded into the atmosphere; its remnants glowing a dull silver under what little light penetrated through the sea of clouds above. The city’s residents found themselves fearing the crisp, bitter air which scratched your bare skin red, hiding themselves [U1] beneath layer upon layer of clothing the way children hide beneath their blankets. For them[U2] , the cries their numb skin screamed was nothing a sheet of wool couldn’t muffle. Nothing their money couldn’t fix.[U3] Read the rest of this entry »

Ebony wandered down the old stone path …

June 10, 2010

A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Jacy develop her story further.

Ebony wandered down the old stone [U1] path, her arms roping herself tightly shut.  Frost entangled itself in her hair and the icy wind that whipped around her legs caused her coat to billow out behind her. She paused only momentarily to appreciate the sweet fragrance of the jasmine [U2] before continuing on. Reaching the prestigious wrought iron gates she swivelled and gazed at the property before her. An impressive Victorian mansion surrounded by sweeping manicured gardens to say the least[U3] . To Ebony though, it was much, much more. Between every wall and behind every Rhododendron bush which encircled the house, a secret was hidden, a story was lying, a skeleton was lurking just waiting to rip her life apart. [U4]
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