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Sep. 4, 2008
Writing Workshop: Lesson 8
"Little Red Riding Hood" Assignment:
Little Red Riding Hood lived with her 30-year-old mother in a small cottage in the woods. Ivy climbed and weaved around the cottage. One day she set out to bring her grandmother a basket of food. Mother packed a fresh loaf of bread, a few slices of bologna, and a thermos of hot, steaming cocoa in the basket. Red Riding Hood left the cottage and wandered along the path through the deep, dark forest. Her stomach fluttered at the shadows. Suddenly, from behind a tall fir tree, a dark, shaggy creature with pointed ears and a mouth full of sharp teeth appeared. It was a wolf!
My Character in Setting: (I used one of my own)
Muriel's legs tightened around her horse's belly. They were approaching a motley gathering of tents, driven into the ground in no particular order. Firelight flickered on the mottled canvas, casting shadows of the soldiers as they moved about. She tightened her hold on Kessa's reins. Dare she go nearer? To be recognized would be instant death. Unless...
Straining her eyes, Muriel leaned forward in the saddle. Her gaze roved quickly over the camp, alighting on a tent set somewhat apart from the others. In all appearances it was identical to the rest, but it was the chestnut horse tethered outside its door that drew her attention.
"Aston," she breathed in satisfaction.
There was no going nearer, of course--not while any soldiers were in sight or sound. Determined to fulfill her mission, Muriel dropped lightly to the ground and moved a tentative step forward. As she did, the tent flap lifted and a young boy backed out, nodding his head vigorously in response to some unheard command. Muriel watched him thoughtfully--a servant, perhaps?
With youthful vitality, the boy ducked beneath the horse's neck and took up a brush. He set to work grooming the animal with a will, humming snatches of a tune under his breath as he went.
Muriel left Kessa's reins dangling, and the horse lowered its head to graze while its mistress moved off into the darkness. She skirted the tents nearest her, working her way towards the boy with the horse. As she came within sight of him, she drew her cloak over her head, allowing it to cover her face.
"Excuse me. I desire a word with Sir Caedmon."
(Yes, I switched characters for this assignment...Cael was getting too much attention! This was quite fun to write, though, since in the book the scene does take place from Cael's point of view.)
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Sep. 4, 2008 - Oh, my!
I love it that you "get it" about point of view. I've found that is the most difficult concept for young writers to grasp. Changing POVs really helps you "see" the story in more dimensions. There is a POV lesson further on in the WW, but it looks like you'll have no trouble with it.
Edited by skmarlow on Sep. 4, 2008 at 9:18 PM