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  • Writing to order – done in a flash!

    Writing to order – done in a flash!

    In a recent post Writing woes – Flash fiction I wrote about the difficulty I experienced in responding to a flash fiction prompt posted by Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch Communications.

    While I did eventually produce a piece in response to the prompt and received some very generous comments (thank you readers), the difficulty I was experiencing made me think of all the school children who have ever been set a topic and told to write about it, sometimes without an opportunity for discussion, reflection or planning, and often without any consideration of interests or experiences. I was feeling particularly sympathetic that week as children in Australia were, at that time, sitting the NAPLAN (National Assessment Program – Literacy and Numeracy) writing test.

    This week, while again struggling with the flash fiction prompt but this time unsuccessfully, I happened across a post entitled The dangers of a single story shared on dangerously irrelevant.  This post is an extract from a longer paper entitled Mitigating the Dangers of a Single Story by Nadia Behizadeh.

    While I have not yet read the entire paper, the abstract itself is quite interesting.

    Behizadeh begins by saying

    “The dangers of a single story in current U.S. large-scale writing assessment are that assessment practice does not align with theory and this practice has negative effects on instruction and students.”

    As shown in my previous article, large-scale writing assessment also occurs in Australian schools and, I believe, in the Education systems of many other countries as well.

    It is interesting to see that the practice, while widely implemented, is not, according to Behizadeh, supported by theory. One would have to wonder why. Oftentimes teachers lament that those making decisions about educational practices are bureaucrats with little or no training or experience in education. (Pardon me, we all went to school didn’t we?)

    In our data driven world where information can be collected on spreadsheets, compared in a wide variety of graphs and tables, and stored indefinitely, emphasis moves from qualitative to quantitative assessment. I believe that this trend towards valuing only that which can be scored numerically is having a negative effect upon children’s learning and their enjoyment of learning. It discourages creativity and imagination and forces everyone to squeeze into the same sized and shaped hole. Some manage to fit more easily and more comfortably than others, but I question the cost to all.

    Behizadeh goes on to propose

    “A new vision of large-scale sociocultural writing portfolios in K–12 education . . . that builds on the practices of past large-scale portfolio assessment … (and) also encourages students to write in multiple languages/dialects and modes for multiple purposes.”

    I love the idea of portfolios for assessment, rather than a one-off test. I would think most professional writers have a portfolio consisting of work at various stages: some as ideas jotted on slips of paper, some in planning stages, others in draft form, others completed and waiting for the next step, and others in publication.

    A portfolio allows a writer to work on different pieces at different times and at different rates. Rarely is it imperative for a piece to be completed in an hour or two. (Unless you’re a journalist I suppose.) You can dip in, leave to rest, go back, redraft, edit, start again, and not be required to churn something out for a reader, let alone assessment, more or less on the spot.

    As a teacher, too, I loved my children having portfolios of work. They would write a draft of many different pieces and store them in a folder. They would edit and “publish” those only they wished (which was usually most!).

    I would conference with them about their pieces, firstly about the content be it story, poem, letter or information discussing what they wanted to say, who they were writing it for and how they wanted the reader to think and feel. When they were happy with their message we might talk about choices of words and language structures. Finally, when they were ready to publish, we would look at the surface features of spelling and punctuation. No teacher’s red pen was ever used to mark their work. The children were engaged with the entire process of writing (we called it “process writing” back then) and had ownership of their work.

    We published by sharing our work with classmates, other classes, teachers and parents. We displayed writing on classroom walls, in the hallways and in the school foyer. Each term I would print booklets of the children’s writing for them to take home and share with their families. Many took pride of place on the family bookshelves.

    This type of portfolio clearly demonstrates a student’s ability to write in a variety of genres, to develop an idea, to express oneself grammatically, to use editing skills and to proofread for spelling and punctuation correctness. What better than that could be used to assess a child’s writing development?

    The two main points I am making in this article are:

    • a one-off writing assessment task does not give students an opportunity to show their best work and puts pressure on them to perform
    • a portfolio of work collected over time provides a clear picture of student ability, development, and next steps for learning

    While I began this article by expressing how I was feeling about responding to the flash fiction prompt, I am in no way suggesting that the flash fiction challenge has any similarity to the national writing assessment tasks that are set for children, for it does not.

    With flash fiction:

    • I choose whether to participate or not
    • I choose the genre in which I will respond
    • I hone my writing skills, paring away unimportant words to get to the heart of the story
    • I share my writing with willing readers
    • I receive lots of encouraging and supportive feedback on my writing
    • I have a sense of belonging to a community of other writers.

     

    This week’s prompt was:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that begins with a twist. 

    I have spent a lot of time thinking about this one, making various starts and writing some drafts but the twist in this one is, I haven’t been able to come up with something I am happy with sharing. But that’s okay because, unlike the children sitting the one-off national assessment, I can choose not to contribute this time, a low-ranking score won’t be collected and placed against my name for all time, and I can get to participate next time, if I choose.

    Although I am not contributing a piece this time, I have still learned a lot by the process of trying different things, even if I haven’t found a way to make them work, yet

    … and it provided me an opportunity of sharing some of my thoughts about writing with children. There will be more to come!

    I’d love to know what you think!

     

    PS Make sure you pop over to the Carrot Ranch to see how others have responded to the prompt.

     

     

     

  • Writing woes – Flash fiction

    For the past couple of months, Charli Mills has been posting a flash fiction challenge on her site Carrot Ranch Communications.

    I have been really enjoying the challenges as I hadn’t tried writing fiction in such brevity before. I do like having a go at various genres but the main focus of my writing is education and literacy learning. I am currently developing resources for children, parents and teachers which I plan to make available on a future website.

     Having many years’ experience in writing these types of resources, I sometimes think I would be willing to develop any resource requested by an early childhood teacher. Participating in the Flash Fiction Challenge was a way of proving to myself that I could attempt any topic and genre.

     However, I have not found writing a response to this week’s prompt so easy. Charli’s challenge was to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a travel horror story.

     I am not a fan of horror (real or imagined) and I haven’t done enough travel to have experienced a horror story (thankfully) but I was still keen to have a go and keep up my good participation record.

    The difficulty I was experiencing with this writing task made me think about writing tasks that are set for children in school. How many children have ever returned from holiday and been set the task of writing about “My Holiday”?

    Maybe that’s not so bad, they have all experienced it. But what about other topics that are of little interest to them.

     This week across Australia students in years 3, 5, 7 and 9 are sitting NAPLAN (National Assessment Program – Literacy and Numeracy) tests.

    Students in those year levels are set the same writing task . They are givena ‘prompt’ – an idea or topic – and asked to write a response of a particular text type” 

    Information on the acara (Australian Curriculum Assessment and Reporting Authority) webstite explains that

    “In 2014, as in previous years, the Writing task will be a single common task for all students. The 2014 Writing test will require students to respond to either a persuasive or narrative Writing prompt. However, the genre of the prompt will not be disclosed prior to the test period.”

    It goes on further to say that

     “The provision of a rich and broad curriculum is the best preparation for NAPLAN, including the Writing task.”

    I think I have a fairly rich and broad educational background with a reasonable level of literacy skills; but I am not convinced that, on any given day, in a restricted amount of time, under the watchful eyes of supervisors I would produce my best work in response to a prompt about which I may have little experience, knowledge or interest.

     

    What about you? How do you think you would go?

     

    Below is my response to Charli’s horror travel prompt. I don’t think it is my best work.

     

    Travel woes

    She willed the doors shut forever, knowing that open they must, or she’d be left behind.

    She mentally checked and re-checked required items. Surely there was something she had missed?

     Dread gripped her ankles, threatening her balance.

    Fear squeezed her chest, constricting her breath.

     Heights and enclosed spaces were not her thing.

     She straightened, attempting to hide the tremble from fellow travellers.

     “Don’t be crowded. I need space, air to breathe.”

     The doors opened. She was swept inside.

     They closed, encasing her. No escape now.

    Would she make the distance, mind intact?

     Ding!

    Floor 35. Here already.

     

    The NAPLAN writing tasks are marked against a rubric of 10 criteria. I wonder what the criteria for flash fiction would be and how I would score.

     

    Please share your thoughts.

  • Taking a risk with flash fiction!

    For the past couple of months I have been participating in a weekly flash fiction challenge set by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch Communications.

     

    This week’s prompt:

     

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write about the experience of letting go of something that feels safe like training wheels.

     

    appeals to me because it is about stepping out to something new, moving out of the comfort zone, letting go of the past, and releasing previously held beliefs and feelings.

     

    These are not always easy things to do, but they are a necessary part of life. Indeed, it could be said that the very act of being born is the first of such occasions.

     

    The ability to try new things, the willingness to take risks, the determination to get up and try again after failure and the persistence to keep going are important attributes of successful people.

     

    In my role as teacher it was important for me to encourage the development of these traits in myself, as much as in my students. Without these abilities no learning occurs, no growth takes place.

     

    Sometimes a gentle push (read encouragement/incentive) may need to be applied to help overcome an initial reluctance for a particular activity. This reluctance may soon be replaced by an enormous excitement, energy and future love for the activity. Other times no amount of coaxing can get an unwilling participant to budge.

     

    It is equally possible that an activity towards which one rushes (headfirst, arms flailing, bells ringing) in due course loses its lustre to disappointment.

     

    Below is the piece I wrote in response to Charli’s challenge. I have not revealed the activity I had in mind. I’m sure that you have experienced or witnessed several similar responses throughout your life. I’d love to know which one springs to your mind!

     

    Please share your thoughts. I hope you enjoy this piece of flash fiction!

     

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    About ___________?

     

    I don’t want to.

    I don’t feel like it.

    You can’t make me.

    It’s not fair.

    No-oo!

    Leave me alone.

    Sob.

    Sob, sob.

     

    No-oo!

    I don’t want to.

    Alright. I’ll sit over there,

    But I won’t do it.

    You can’t make me.

    I won’t even look.

    Stomp.

    Stomp, stomp.

    Thump.

     

    Humph! Stupid.

    It’s not even fun.

    They can do it.

    I don’t care;

    Don’t know why they dragged me here anyway.

    Told them I wasn’t going to do it.

     

    Haha. What happened?

    That looks like fun.

     

    Hey! Let me do it.

    It’s my turn.

     

    Boy, this is fun!

     

  • Flash fiction: Revival

    The challenge from Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch Communications on April 23, 2014 was to:  In 99 words (no more, no less) describe the climate of a story as it changes to reflect a character’s mood or to create a sense of what is to come. This is my response to the challenge. I hope you enjoy it.

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    Revival

    Her motivation and inspiration was as parched as the cracked red soil beneath her feet. The days were hot and lazy: nothing to do until the rains came. One long languid day followed another. With no work to be done on the land, time did not pressure creativity. Without pressure, there was no rush, no will. The bright blueness of the skies, usually joyous, now oppressive. An occasional cloud or flash on the horizon made empty promises. Finally the winds whipped the clouds into a frenzy, reigniting her creativity as the relentless soaking rains awakened the dormant earth.

     

    Please let me know what you think.

  • Flash fiction – Innocence shattered

    Here is my contribution to the seventh flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications. I hope you enjoy it.

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a biography for a character, alter-ego or you. 

    Innocence shattered

    She hurled it with such force that had it been his head, as she had wished it was, it too would have smashed into smithereens, just as the figurine had.

    “You ab-so-lute monster!” she screamed.

    She fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

    All her life she had thought it was her; something wrong with her; she that was wanting.

    But it wasn’t her. It was him. His wanting. His vile taking.

    The repulsive visions made her want to turn inside out and eradicate any trace of connection.

    Her ignorance had offered no protection; and now no solace.

     

    I welcome your comments.

  • Flash fiction – White flowers

    The sixth flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes white flowers.

    When Charli posted this challenge, I was thinking of writing about my Mum’s white flowers. At the time I didn’t expect that she would pass away before I had it written. After losing her my mind has been otherwise occupied and I have struggled to think beyond those two words “white flowers”. However, tonight I decided to write a brief tribute to my Mum who peacefully went “to Heaven” on Friday evening.  We will say our farewells to her tomorrow. So, it’s not really flash and it’s not really fiction but it is on the topic and is 99 words.

    peace lilies

    These white flowers in the pot at my door remind me of you.
    I bought them for you, to remind you of home, when you moved, with reluctant acceptance.
    Peace lilies.
    Your beautiful peace lily flourished in the warmth of the sunny spot beside your favourite chair; the favourite chair that you took with you to your new home; that transported you to Heaven. You were ready.
    Now they reside with me, in the pot made by his hands; a fitting spot.
    You will rest with him in his plot, together again, now at peace, forever.
    Love you, Mum.

  • Flash fiction – Vagaries of time

    The fifth flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that quotes from a song’s lyrics (could be a classical aria, a rock & roll song, anything).

    This is my contribution. I hope you enjoy it.

    Vagaries of Time

    She rubbed the grimy pane, squinting to peer inside.

    It was all boarded up now with chairs stacked haphazardly on tabletops and piled in corners decorated with cobwebs.

    On one side stood the jukebox covered in dust.

    Suddenly she was back in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, swaying to Mick singing “time is my side”. They thought they would be young and in love like this forever.

    “Hmmhmm! You okay, Miss?”

    “Yes,” she stammered, embarrassed.

    She stumbled down the steps, smiling as the words in her head became Van’s “precious time is slipping away…”

    Thanks for reading. I welcome all feedback.

  • Flash fiction – It’s just the wind.

    The fourth flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase, “It’s just the wind.”

    This is my contribution. I hope you enjoy it.

     

    Her crumpled body pressed tightly into the corner; she willed herself a part of it.

    He was coming to get her.

    His tendril-like fingers scratched the window pane, prised up the screen, tore down the blind, demanded entry.

    With her eyes clamped shut, the images took charge: too terrifying to forget, too horrible to remember.

    He’d never let her be.

    His powerful hands pummelled the door, jangled the handle, wrenched it free.

    Hands blocking her ears failed to exclude the menacing howl.

    “There’s no escape.”

    Her screams found voice.

    “Hush,” they soothed the quivering mass. “It’s just the wind.”

     

    Thanks for reading. I welcome all feedback.

  • Flash fiction: Hyperbole – Spider attack!

    The third flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write a hyperbolic response to a frustrating situation (an hyperbole is an exaggeration).

    I hope you enjoy it.

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    Spider attack!

     

    Arms flailing like a helicopter, eyes wide like headlights on full beam, her screeches rent the quietude.  

     They came running.

     “What’s wrong?”

     “Get it off! Get if off me!” she shrieked.

     “What? Where?” they asked.

     “In my hair! A spider!”

     “Stay still.”

     They looked. 

     “Nothing. No spider,” they said.

     “Are you sure?” she implored. “Something ran across my cheek.”

     “Maybe this?” He chuckled, untangling a wizened leaf.

     She scowled.

     In agreement, another leaf fluttered down.

     They raised their eyebrows, smirking conspiratorially.

     She stormed away, tumbling over chairs and cushions, leaving them speechless with mirth in her wake.

     

     

    I welcome any feedback.

  • Flash fiction – Prize possession: Stripped

    The second flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:

    In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a character from any perspective who has to part with a prize possession.

    I hope you enjoy it:

    Stripped

    She could hear them.

    They didn’t think she could. She couldn’t talk. Why should she hear?

    Caressing soft leather covers, fingering embossed lettering, she smelt the welcome of well-read pages and familiar characters.

    In her mind.

    While they annihilated shelves of prized possessions.

    “No value here.”

    “Dump them!”

    Stripped of speech and movement, her twisted body dumped in her “favourite chair” for “minding” while they pillaged her collection: a lifetime in the making; seconds to destroy.

    Laughter. Her eyes flickered. She knew those words by heart. She had written them –

    Her last refuge.

    Shit!

    and that’s gone too!

    I welcome any feedback.