6F WW1 Narrative Writing

Here's a bumper upload from 6F for half-term. We have been combining our character description techniques, as well as our atmospheric writing techniques, to write WW1 based narratives. These are excerpts from Rosieanne's, Sophia's and Hilary's.


Rosieanne's:


Lit by the flare, the sky was awoken with a bang. It was show-time. Flares jumped, grenades exploded.

“Time to go, Young!” Andrew shouted.

“Come line up! Sergeant is waiting for ya.” Tick tock - the time had come.

“Ready boys… 3, 2, 1!” Sergeant barked, blowing his whistle.

Suddenly, a grenade exploded. His blistered fingers felt the soaked wood of the ladder. He gave a nod to his fellow soldier. They were off. The sight of the quagmire was overwhelming. He wanted to run, even hide, but he couldn’t. BANG! The screeches of the shells were horrific. He scrambled behind a blackened tree, wishing that he’d never joined. So much was going through his mind; his mother, his sister’s 15^th birthday, he was going to miss his sister’s wedding. He was definitely going to die, and that was undeniable.

WHOOSH! A flare lit up the sky again. The darkened sky had turned to light. They had been seen…

Sophia's:

SCREECH! Suddenly, a flare leapt into the inky night, shining a torch over her; filling the dead sky and becoming its blood. It whistled. Then fell to the wet, squalid ground. Lucy stared out into the dark, gloomy scene. “It’s a massacre!” she screamed, “We’ll be busy today!”

Petrified, she tip-toed out of the tent looking for people that needed her help. Suddenly, she felt something, or someone, grab her muddy leg. It was an Englishman. His wound was pouring blood, staining the mud. It was like the earth was bleeding itself. A bullet was stuck in his rib-cage and she could not help him nor bring him back to the trench hospital. “What is your name?” the boy asked.

“Lucy, nurse Lucy. Why?”

“You saved my brother Tomas Chester. I’m Lincoln Chester.”

Hilary's


Gazing down, the flare painted the sky orange.

“Go! We have to go now!” the Sergeant boomed, “Hurry!” They all stood to attention. The flare went up again. There was nothing they could do. Rain tapped on the men’s shoulders and meandered into their boots. Frantically, they heaved themselves up the ladders. It was time…

Petrified, Luke stood there amidst the carnage. Blood everywhere. Bile rose and threatened to explode from his mouth. Blood gushing from people’s heads, so abhorrent it looked like the sodden quagmire was bleeding itself.