I don't know if this qualifies as a story or a poem...It's pretty short (~1500 words). I'm of course looking for and comments, criticisms, or readers.
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited September 28, 2007).]
My 2 cents.
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I don't have a lot of experience with kids, though, and I struggle writing in kid's POV, so I'm curious to see what other people say.
(And welcome to Hatrack! My apologies for not saying that earlier...)
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Ms. Erin, my teacher, came into the classroom crying. I went to asked her what was wrong and she said “grownup things” so i went and played house instead.
Grownups are so weird.
I don't think I care about the name of the teacher, here. It also messes with the scanscion. Instead put "On Wednesday my teacher..." or whichever day you want.
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The next day we couldn't go to school 'cause there were men dressed in funny uniforms and carrying guns. I thought it was a parade and asked mom where the floats and bands were. She didn't answer me and just looked upset. I don't know why though, I never liked school.
Grownups are so weird.
OK, if you are going for a poetry feel, make this parallel to the first, at least in the generic rhythm and number of syllables. I'd lose the bit about the parade, floats, and bands. Seems a bit sophisticated for the kid you're impling. Also, not liking school is a perversion of older children. Young kids love school.
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I was playing and my mom was watching the news and the man on the TV said the school had burned down. This made me sad 'cause I left my favorite jacket in the classroom. My mom looked upset
This seems destined to be even longer than the 'verse' above. I'd shorten this to something like "On Friday the man on TV said the school had burned down. Mommy told me no one was hurt, but she still cried. Grownups are so weird."
You can also go back and make the first verse 'longer' to achieve parallelism, depending on the exigencies of your story.
I did get the feel that it was all little too matter-of-fact, too emotionless. I have kiddies (they're teenagers now) but they pick up on emotions quickly and to be honest, I can't imagine a child thinking growups are weird. I do like the last line, the kiddy being upset because she/he left her/his jacket at school. I agree with meg.stout, young kids tend to like school, its only when they have to really work they tend to hate it, unless they are bullied. Also, suggest drop the teachers name, flows much better without.
Feel free to ignore my often random thoughts! Hope this helps.
Regards
You have brought to my attention a bunch of things that when I look at it make sense...I just missed them when I wrote it. So thanks all, I'll get the revised first thirteen up in a day or two.
I let the story sit for a while and went back to it with a fresh mind...I've pulled out the poetry aspect...didn't make much sense anyway. I've also made the narrator more afraid; after I thought about it I realized even if I didn't know what was going on I'd be frightened, at least until and adult made some excuse...
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Ms. Erin, my teacher, came into the classroom crying. I went to ask her what was wrong and she said “grownup things” so i went and played tag instead. My friend Jesse said it was probably the “damn commies”. I told him that “damn” was a bad word. I didn't know what a commie was, but it didn't sound like a good thing either. I was going to ask Ms. Erin, but she was still crying.
The next day we couldn't go to school 'cause there were men dressed in funny uniforms and carrying guns. They looked scary but mom said it was probably just a parade. I asked where all the floats and bands were, and she didn't answer. They wouldn't let us in which made me sad 'cause today was show-and-tell. Mom said I could do show-and-tell tomorrow, which made me feel better.
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I think commie should be replaced...with what I don't know.