Enjoy these 3rd person omnisicient narratives written by your classmates. Will you be able to recreate this standard of Historical Fiction writing in next week's test?
The Day the Redcoats Fought Back
By Brady Whitmore
Standing on guard of the customs office, Hugh White, a British soldier, glares at a colonist as the man starts to approach. A bicker of words turns to a brawl, but the soldier quickly slams his musket on the man’s head. Throbbing terribly, the colonist, Edward Garrit, slowly struggles to a nearby tavern to share the news of a redcoat fighting back. With most dazed of liquor, they turn outraged and wobbled over to Hugh White, the Redcoat. Fear fills his eyes as he calls for help. Captain Thomas Preston hears the distant cry, and calls on 6 privates to assist him. Heading over to the scene, they quickly get mobbed by the furious, nearly drunken, colonists. The overwhelmed soldiers panic and begin to lift their muskets. The colonists stand wide eyed at the threat of being killed, but that just made them angrier. Soon they were chucking snowballs at the frightened Redcoats. Then they fired, and the anger in the colonist’s eyes rapidly changed to fear. Colonists collapse in gunshot, as patches of red stain the uniforms of the British soldiers. Terrified men and women make an attempt to lift the wounded out of combat as the panicking soldiers keep on firing. Smoke flies in the air, and colonist struggle to breath through the debris. Some saying their last goodbye to their loved one, as others precede to a dead sprint to cover. Lifeless bodies lay on the cold, icy ground as the Redcoats are now literally standing above the colonists. Hundreds of lucky individuals made their way to safety, and only 5 lay on the ground, as the last of the wounded make their way to cover. 5 people lay motionless with the brutal redcoats looming over them as Captain Thomas Preston orders them to follow back to their spots. That day will always be remembered as the day the Redcoats fought back.
By Brady Whitmore
Standing on guard of the customs office, Hugh White, a British soldier, glares at a colonist as the man starts to approach. A bicker of words turns to a brawl, but the soldier quickly slams his musket on the man’s head. Throbbing terribly, the colonist, Edward Garrit, slowly struggles to a nearby tavern to share the news of a redcoat fighting back. With most dazed of liquor, they turn outraged and wobbled over to Hugh White, the Redcoat. Fear fills his eyes as he calls for help. Captain Thomas Preston hears the distant cry, and calls on 6 privates to assist him. Heading over to the scene, they quickly get mobbed by the furious, nearly drunken, colonists. The overwhelmed soldiers panic and begin to lift their muskets. The colonists stand wide eyed at the threat of being killed, but that just made them angrier. Soon they were chucking snowballs at the frightened Redcoats. Then they fired, and the anger in the colonist’s eyes rapidly changed to fear. Colonists collapse in gunshot, as patches of red stain the uniforms of the British soldiers. Terrified men and women make an attempt to lift the wounded out of combat as the panicking soldiers keep on firing. Smoke flies in the air, and colonist struggle to breath through the debris. Some saying their last goodbye to their loved one, as others precede to a dead sprint to cover. Lifeless bodies lay on the cold, icy ground as the Redcoats are now literally standing above the colonists. Hundreds of lucky individuals made their way to safety, and only 5 lay on the ground, as the last of the wounded make their way to cover. 5 people lay motionless with the brutal redcoats looming over them as Captain Thomas Preston orders them to follow back to their spots. That day will always be remembered as the day the Redcoats fought back.
Bright Red
Death Bed
By Brendan Downing
Five innocent colonists lay dead as the black powder-smoke clears and the putrid smell of sweat and blood subsides. News of the murderous uprising spread among the colonies like the flu. The day would be remembered as a massacre, nothing less.
Tensions between Britain and the colonies had really fired up by the late 1760’s. The colonists began to realize that after Britain repealed a tax, a new, often worse tax took its place. On the freezing, winter day of March 5, 1770, a major step in the liberation of the colonies from Britain occurred. The outcome may have been better if the weather hadn’t been so unusually harsh. The temperature was below zero, a thick blanket of icy snow covered the ground, and freezing winds tortured anyone outside, regardless of how thick a jacket you wore. A colonist named Henry Gerit strongly opposed British rule, and anger drove him to annoy Hugh White, the customs house guard. After nearly five minutes of cruel taunts, Gerit was winded and the guard hit him with the butt of his gun. A mob of angry citizens three-hundred strong swarmed White with a rage no single man could withstand. Fear told him to run, but bravery told him to stand his ground. Most of the protesters were drinking in the local taverns, raising the danger level even higher. He roared calls for help louder than any man in Boston had heard before. The barracks was placed close enough to the crowd for the soldiers inside to hear, so they were ordered to form a semi-circle in front of the guard. The mob chanted “shoot!” over and over to tease the soldiers, knowing that it was against the law to fire on citizens. One of the colonists whacked a soldier with a stick, and the soldier shot his musket at him. All at once, the thunder of muskets filled the air, along with the cries of wounded colonists. The mob broke up, half in fear of dying, half in need of rest. With the mob gone, the soldiers returned to their posts and Boston went to sleep like any other night.
Death Bed
By Brendan Downing
Five innocent colonists lay dead as the black powder-smoke clears and the putrid smell of sweat and blood subsides. News of the murderous uprising spread among the colonies like the flu. The day would be remembered as a massacre, nothing less.
Tensions between Britain and the colonies had really fired up by the late 1760’s. The colonists began to realize that after Britain repealed a tax, a new, often worse tax took its place. On the freezing, winter day of March 5, 1770, a major step in the liberation of the colonies from Britain occurred. The outcome may have been better if the weather hadn’t been so unusually harsh. The temperature was below zero, a thick blanket of icy snow covered the ground, and freezing winds tortured anyone outside, regardless of how thick a jacket you wore. A colonist named Henry Gerit strongly opposed British rule, and anger drove him to annoy Hugh White, the customs house guard. After nearly five minutes of cruel taunts, Gerit was winded and the guard hit him with the butt of his gun. A mob of angry citizens three-hundred strong swarmed White with a rage no single man could withstand. Fear told him to run, but bravery told him to stand his ground. Most of the protesters were drinking in the local taverns, raising the danger level even higher. He roared calls for help louder than any man in Boston had heard before. The barracks was placed close enough to the crowd for the soldiers inside to hear, so they were ordered to form a semi-circle in front of the guard. The mob chanted “shoot!” over and over to tease the soldiers, knowing that it was against the law to fire on citizens. One of the colonists whacked a soldier with a stick, and the soldier shot his musket at him. All at once, the thunder of muskets filled the air, along with the cries of wounded colonists. The mob broke up, half in fear of dying, half in need of rest. With the mob gone, the soldiers returned to their posts and Boston went to sleep like any other night.
Enjoy Will's use of prepositional phrases to create his 'Causes' poem
Revolutionary Poem
by Will Borin
Out the mountains
Across the sea
In 1763 the proclamation act was passed
In the fall
Announced to all
That the first act was passed
On every paper
To every piece
As a stamp was found
That covered every crease
As colonists boycotted British goods
In front of the king sales men beg
Till the act is repealed like said
From the led
Five lay dead
Below the sky
For all to cry
Off the ships
To the sea
Onto a fee
For all to see
By the night
There were five to write
To the sight
Of the might
In the British parliament
From 56 delegates
In Philadelphia
Around the table
Were a congress formed a single voice
Out the mountains
Across the sea
In 1763 the proclamation act was passed
In the fall
Announced to all
That the first act was passed
On every paper
To every piece
As a stamp was found
That covered every crease
As colonists boycotted British goods
In front of the king sales men beg
Till the act is repealed like said
From the led
Five lay dead
Below the sky
For all to cry
Off the ships
To the sea
Onto a fee
For all to see
By the night
There were five to write
To the sight
Of the might
In the British parliament
From 56 delegates
In Philadelphia
Around the table
Were a congress formed a single voice
5 comments:
i liked brady's boston massacre writing.
it was very catchy. do we read our poems out to the whole class or do we just hand them to you, mr. buxton?
Mel, to the table and then to the class
brendans was really good good job brendan
brady, good writing on the boston mascure
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