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Slice of life recount
1. Slice of Life Recount
A slice of life story - a "cut-out" sequence
of events in a character's life.
Depicts every-day life of ordinary people.
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 Piha
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 cat
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?
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.
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.
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?”