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Slice of Life Recount

  1. 1. Slice of Life Recount A slice of life story - a "cut-out" sequence of events in a characters life. Depicts every-day life of ordinary people.Tuesday, 15 March 2011
  2. 2. Slice of Life Recount brief captures a slice / cut out of an experience makes a point uses the senses tell about the ordinary - a common shared experience sunset, baking, walking on a beach, scavenging in a rock pool, a trip to Snowplanet, Rainbow’s End, Huia, a camp experience - sailing for the first time, the flying fox....... surfing at PihaTuesday, 15 March 2011
  3. 3. Language Actions verbs “The old woman was in his way” becomes “The old woman barred his path” “She laughed” - “She cackled”Tuesday, 15 March 2011
  4. 4. Active nouns - make the nouns do something i.e. “It was raining” to become “Rain splashed down” “There was a large cabinet” becomes “A large cabinet seemed to fill the lounge” Adjectives the cat the valuable cat the old tortoiseshell catTuesday, 15 March 2011
  5. 5. Use of the senses: to describe and develop the experiences, setting and character: •What does it smell like? •What can be heard? •What can be seen - details? •What does it taste like? •What does it feel like?Tuesday, 15 March 2011
  6. 6. Imagery •Simile: The sea looked as rumpled as a blue quilted dressing gown. Or The wind wrapped me up like a cloak. •Metaphor: eg. She has a heart of stone or He is a stubborn mule or The man barked out the instructions.Tuesday, 15 March 2011
  7. 7. •Onomatopoeia: eg. crackle, splat, ooze, squish, boom, eg. The tyres whirred on the road. The pitter-patter of soft rain. The mud oozed and squished through my toes. •Personification: eg. The steel beam clenched its muscles. Clouds limped across the sky. The pebbles on the path were grey with grief.Tuesday, 15 March 2011
  8. 8. Skiing Nicholas Van Nest, Grade 6 Icy frost whips against my goggles, the wind, tearing through my clothes. My skis feeling as if they’re on fire as I speed down the hill toward the stunt ramp. Suddenly I flash back to last year’s vacation when I had been in the same boots racing down this very hill. I had forgotten to lean back, lost both skis from the ramp, and done a flip resulting in a head-plant. Well, that wasn’t going to happen this year, I thought, as I gripped the ski poles tighter and leaned forward. The wind was screaming in my ears as if even the elements were cheering me on. Tilting backwards I pushed one last time, and let speed decide my fate. On to the ramp I flew, shooting into the air losing all sense of gravity, time, or space, just begging to pull through. SWOOSH! I felt vibrations tingling the bottom of my skis. I’d made it! “I’m alive! Oh-ya!” I screamed. “In all of ya’ll faces. You all disgraces. Pick up the paces.” In the snow, dancing in my skis, I realized a German couple was staring at me wide-eyed, and I heard the husband say: “Iz ziz how all crazy Americans act?”Tuesday, 15 March 2011