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Progressive Story Project (Fall 2011)
Participants (Fall 2011)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2011)
Participants (Spring 2011)
Progressive Stories (Fall 2010)
Participants (Fall 2010)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2010)
Participants (Spring 2010)
Voicethreads (Spring 2010)
Progressive Stories (Fall 2009)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2009)
Stories and Voicethreads
Your class will be writing ONE group paragraph(s) for the story (not each student). The first class will write the intro paragraph(s). Then the next class will read the paragraph(s) and decide how they want to continue the story. This will continue until the last class on the list writes the ending and gives the story a title. Your paragraph(s) will be typed onto this Wiki page. You will also need to send (email as .jpg) the 3 pictures to your Teacher Leader. The pictures should illustrate events in the section that your class wrote.
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If you would like to share any contact information please feel free to add it to the chart. This way your classes have a chance to actually "meet" some of the students that collaborate on their story.
Please feel free to make corrections to your name/school/location or add the names of teachers if you are working with someone on this project.
NOTE: Gia, You will be ending the story. Thanks for putting this story together!
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Kensington Avenue Primary School
Mission Heights Primary
Title (Given by the last class):
Start your story here:
The flash of lightning hit the old, dusty house that was covered with vines. There were thousands of gigantic spiders crawling slyly and creepily over the house, it looked like the walls were cracking. No one dared to live there or even stand in front of the door! Anyone who had gone in never came out again. Suddenly, the broken front door creaked open and spirits flew out of the floor…
A new boy called James, who had glasses and long hair, had just moved into the city and the haunted house, as they called it, was his new home. He knew nothing about the history of the mysterious building.
James jumped out of the car and excitedly raced up the cracked, cobbled steps towards his new home. He skidded to a halt in front of the splintered wooden door, noticing what he thought was a face peering out of the shattered, arched window. Tentatively, he pushed on the door, just as it collapsed with a thud on the moth eaten rug of the dusty, spider infested hallway.
James’s ears were ringing, as he nervously stepped over the crooked door.
“Mum! Are you sure this is the right house?”
James turned around apprehensively and his jaw dropped with confusion. His Mum and the car were now nowhere to be seen. The silence suddenly turned to chattering as he heard voices echoing down the once grand staircase. Cautiously, James began to climb the wooden steps. Around him, the wallpaper peeled from the wall and bubbled as the light flickered. Suddenly, darkness fell across the house. James noticed a ray of light creeping up the stained staircase. As James moved slowly up the stairs, a scream swept through the house and his glasses fell to the ground. He took one more step and his glasses crunched under his socks and sandals as if he had stepped on the shell of a snail.
“Hello who’s there?” James called hesitantly.
All he could hear was heavy breathing. It took him a minute to realise it was coming from his lungs. He trembled as he called out again. Still nothing. With sweaty palms, James could feel the panic rise in him like a flare in the dark, midnight sky.
He padded his hands up the damp, spongy, mouldy wall searching for a light switch. Click – the lights went on. James let out a sigh of relief but before he could observe the room, the lights flickered and the bulbs shattered into thousands of glass raindrops.
As James turned to escape the house, he tripped and tumbled down the stairs like a newborn horse struggling to keep up right.
Thud....James' rollercoaster ride stopped in its track. As James lay motionless on the dusty floor, he could see a faint red glow. James winced as he struggled to sit up.
Sitting in front of him was a black kitten. It's purr made James giggle as he realised the kitten probably caused noise before. The kitten flashed it's eyes at James. The redness of the eyes was like boiling lava in the centre of a volcano. James staggered backwards as the kitten stalked towards him. In the faint light of the foyer, James could make out the outline of a trap door.
CCCCrrrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkk broke the silence, as James just managed to lift the heavy door up. A whiff of his mum's perfume caught him and silenced him. It was coming from the darkness of the trap door. “Mum, mum!!” James screamed and was answered in silence. With no other option, James lowered his right foot into the darkness below him.
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