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I am just starting to re-explore Bravewriter with my kids and we did this freewrite this morning. WOW! I am so excited about what they came up with in such a short time.
Are we allowed to post their writing efforts here?
Yes, please do!!
Oh cool! Thanks Julie. So, here goes.
1. Ds7 wrote two sentences, one for each picture that he drew. He didn’t use ‘obliterate’ but neither did I expect him to 🙂 He wrote….
The stars sparkle in the night and teddy was looking out of the window.
Luke’s toy hoped he will get to sleep soon.
2. DD9 wrote:
Hope sighed. She stared at her paper and wrote down the word “kept”. Hope sighed again and obliterated the paper.
“Supper time!” Mama’s noice was heard from the kitchen. The door opened and creaked. There were more voices heard.
“The boys must be in,” Hope thought, as she stared into the fire she had thrown the piece of paper she had written on a minute ago.
“Hope! Come for supper!” Mama called.
“Coming,” Hope called back. She put the lantern out and came down the ladder.
“Surprise!” Everyone was there and on the table there were big and small packages all written to her.
Before Hope opened the presents, she had supper. Then she opened the presents. From Mama and Papa, she got a coat for the winter. She got a movie, a bracelet, and a lot of other things. Then Mama came with a cake. Hope’s eyes sparkled. Then they sat in the lounge-room and watched “Tangled”.
3. Dd11 was heavily inspired by our recent reading of Gooney Bird Greene. If you haven’t read this book then her writing will make NO SENSE to you (just warning…)
HOW GOONEY BIRD WENT TO THE SKY TO SEE THE STARS
Gooney Bird looked gingerly on the top cupboard. No Sparkles. “Sparkles! Where are you?” she called. Then suddenly…
“There’s a suddenly,” whispered Mrs Pigeon.
Suddenly Gooney Bird went to the stars to see if the beautiful sparkles were there. But Mother Star was hopeful. She looked everywhere in the sky, but no sparkles. The stars had no intention of letting sparkles go away forever. Soon, they found Sparkles, and Gooney Bird was so happy. The Mother and Father star said, “We have a chicken named Sparkles. The children stars wanted her ’cause she is shiny.”
Indeed she was, and Gooney Bird obliterated it with the stars. Then they hugged and kissed and danced a waltz.
“That’s a lovely story,” sighed Mrs. Pigeon.
Felicia Ann stood up and said,”My mother’s sister’s daughter has a cat named Sparkles.”
“Your cousin,” said Mrs. Pigeon
“Did you really see the stars?” asked Barry.
“Yes,” said Gooney Bird, “they’re my next door neighbors. And the sky is the name of their cottage.”
“I’ve never seen it,” said Kiki.
“No,” you haven’t,” said Gooney Bird. “For once……I made it up.”
4. Dd13 wrote:
The Minoans was a strong healthy civilization. It was located on the island of Crete, Mediterranean Sea. It was full of hope and was rather wealthy. The people thought that they were safe and sound. Gold was so common it sparkled in children’s toys, ladies hair, on men’s belts and in houses. It made your eyes squint to look at it. Now, the Greeks had tried to capture it many times. They thought that the only way they could capture it was by weaken it, then destroy. A young man was chosen for the job of sailing over and setting it on fire. The man started out. He threw burning torches everywhere in the middle of the night. A huge fire started. It burned and burned. Fire sparks flew up and sparkled in the night sky. The cry came across but, too late, the fire had done too much. Some building were obliterated. The whole civilization was succumbed. Then a big wave washed over them and obliterated the whole civilization.
An Obliterated Meadow
The sun sparkled on the dewy grass. The flowers swayed gently in the breeze. The little brook trickled down the gentle path, cut out for it by centuries of water droplets. The entire scene was as pretty as a picture, prettier if that is possible. Then, as the years passed, the meadow reduced as a city encroached on its land. The city, big and bustling, dirty and smoky, soon obliterated all traces of a meadow, except for one small square.
This square was the backyard of an old lady named Mrs. Georgia. She lived by herself and cared for her tiny patch of meadow with the hope that one day the meadow might live again. She was so old that she remembered, as a little girl, coming to a particular meadow with her family and settling down there.
Across the road lived a family with two little girls. They were nice, well-mannered children, and loved to drop into Mrs. Georgia’s house for a chat and a cookie. They would listen to her famous tales, often Aesop or Shakespeare. One day, as they begged for a tale, Mrs. Georgia said, “I’ve got just one more story to tell.”
“Once upon a time, a little girl named Hope lived with her parents in a wagon. She had no home other than that of the canvas roof. Her parents were pioneers and they kept looking for the place where they could settle for good. Finally, when Hope was eight, they found a lovely meadow, or a crest of a hill, with flowers, and water aplenty. They loved the spot and determined to set up house there, so they did and lived for five years in perfect bliss.
Then, worried relatives came looking. They’d not heard of their brother in several years and had finally tracked him down to here. They, too, fell in love with the spot, and the father generously gave them land to live on. They settled down and then more worried relatives came and more settled. You see, the prettier the place you live in, the more worried relatives you have. Finally, the peaceful meadow became a city and now, there is no meadow left and only a busy ugly city.”
“How sad,” the children sighed. “Where was that meadow?”
“Right here,” said Mrs. Georgia smiling, “and the only little remaining meadow is in my backyard.” She showed the girls who promised to keep the secret forever.
6. Dd16 came up with a poem:
To gaze always on Jesus’ face
Is to gaze on love profound
Love full of beauty, grace and hope
Holds hearts entranced and bound.
The joy that came from Jesus’ heart
Is like the noonday sun
It makes our tears sparkle like jewels
And our troubles helps us shun
The grace that bounds from Jesus’ hands
Obliterates all our sin
All we need do is ask for Him
To come and enter in!
I know this is long. But thanks for letting me share.
Oh this is utterly phenomenal! Payday for you Mom! Don’t you love satisfying work, knowing you had a win!? I’m really thrilled with the variety of content and styles of writing. You’ve got some nice writers in this family, with big imaginations, sensitive hearts and attentiveness to factual detail too.
Well done! I want to share this with others. Hope many moms will come read these freewrites for inspiration!
Thanks Julie. I was really happy and the kids enjoyed it too, so it was win-win.
Our family is new to Brave Writer. After reading through the introduction, perusing through the website, and scouring through some of the blogs, I decided to start my kids with Friday Freewrite. My oldest of 4 is a reluctant writer, and I braced myself for the worst. What a blast we all had. He was the most excited to share what he wrote with the family. What a great way to start our writing adventure. Thank you.
Is this where I look for the prompts for Friday Freewrite, or is there another location?
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