Realistic Ficiton Blog 3

Name Date Hour - Write two more paragraphs carrying the story in any direction you would like. I am still looking at details and sentence variety.

Perhaps it was only the clock - but the anxiousness that filled the house was almost tangible. You could almost feel the weight of the time ticking away. Still she had not answered my question, and it is almost by her silence that I knew what she thought. But sometimes, I assume too much. I have been wrong before. But she had to say something. There wasn't much time left. The plane departs at 3 p.m. and it takes an hour to get to the airport. It is almost two. Thinking back over the last three days, things had not gone entirely as planned. It was supposed to be a wonderful time, spending time with her and just relaxing for a change. The job had proven to be much more of a burden than a blessing. I was just glad to spend some time here, but why this, why now?

I started to get up and she placed her hand on my shoulder to stop me from moving. I froze, wanting to hear and not to hear at the same time. . .

Realistic Fiction Blog 2

Instructions: Read the following Realistic Fiction Prompt. Then write a second paragraph of what will happen next. There are no wrong answers, but you are being graded on the detail and variety of sentences used. A paragraph is 5 - 7 sentences long. Looking for mature writing skills at this point.

The reflection in the windshield was weird. If you looked at it from just the right angle, you could see a globe and a hand holding it. But everytime I looked above the glass, there was nothing there. Every day, it was the same thing. You could only see the reflection in the morning, and only when my brother parked his car in the same spot. If I stared at it too long, the glare would become too bright and I would start to see stars floating around. Then I would blink and the image was gone. Once I ran inside to tell my brother that there was a strange reflection on his windshield and pow! He bopped me on the head, thinking I had done something to his precious car. But my excuses were to no avail. He looked his windshield over and realized nothing was wrong, and then he told me, "Walk to school weasel!"

Usually he gave me a ride, but that day I had to walk. Along the way, I noticed another reflection on another car - it looked like . . . .

Realistic Fiction Blog 1

Instructions: Read the following Realistic Fiction Prompt. Then write a second paragraph of what will happen next. There are no wrong answers, but you are being graded on the detail and variety of sentences used. A paragraph is 5 - 7 sentences long. Looking for mature writing skills at this point.


Lately, the bell only reminded me that my stomach was empty and there was no food at home. Begrudgingly, I grabbed my backpack from my locker; slung it over my shoulder and pushed my way through the crowd of students that seemed to endlessly wander in a multitude of different directions at once. It was clear of course, where the money had gone. But don't know if I want to bring that up with mom. There was of course a way for the money to be returned, but I couldn't let mom know that. She thought I was innocent, or maybe she really knew - but these things have a way of working themselves out.

About 30 minutes later my bus pulled up at the mailbox. The flag was down, so the mail was there. Hopefully, there was a letter from . . .