[Write On Wednesday] Third Grade Word List
“Waiting” by José María Pérez Nuñez
My third grader doesn’t bring home his reading book very often, so I don’t get to see the stories he’s working on. Each story, however, comes with a spelling list. That I DO see.
While going through the list of words with him, I got a bit bored while waiting for him to laboriously scribble them out three times each. I started doodling. And made up my own story based on the words he was learning to spell.
And now it’s your turn.
The Prompt
Write a story using the following words:
Wolves
Knives
Men
Children
Women
Sheep
Heroes
Scarves
Mice
Geese
Cuffs
Elves
Banjos
Halves
Loaves
Beliefs
Tomatoes
Potatoes
Tornadoes
(Can you guess what phonetic issues they’re working on this week?)
I do hope the official version of the story was a little less dark than the one I came up with! Here’s mine:
There are wolves at the door and so we are sharpening our knives.
Under our feet the men whimper, holding tight to wide-eyed and silent children. We women have brought in the sheep. (We are heroes in headscarves.)
Down among the rushes on the floor, mice compete for space with the geese that peck and worry at the newly-frayed cuffs of our cowering husbands and brothers. In better days these scions fancied themselves as dandy as the elves of old, plucking on their banjos, drinking flagons of ale — when there was a party to be had, they did nothing by halves.
The howling begins anew. We straighten our backs and brace our shoulders, one hand smoothing a skirt, soothing a ruffled head, the other grasping our blades —formerly only a danger to chicken carcasses and hard brown loaves. We cross ourselves and take comfort in our beliefs, in the dream of a better life after this one, for us and our children.
We advance to the windows and open them just enough to rain a storm of old tomatoes and potatoes on the surprised beasts outside. While they reel in stunned confusion we flung wide the doors and unleash ourselves upon them like metal-toothed tornadoes.
We are tired of waiting for the better life . Today we run out to meet it — or make it.
Your turn! Go!
