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Write a mysterious story in 50 words maximum

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Write a mysterious story in 50 words maximum

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Write an original story in 50 words maximum

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Write an original story in 50 words maximum

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Write a moving story in 50 words maximum

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Write a moving story in 50 words maximum

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You are going to write a micro story in 50 words maximum. Read the example from US micro fiction writer James Mark Miller:

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You are going to write a micro story in 50 words maximum. Read the example from US micro fiction writer James Mark Miller:

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He awoke in the night, alert and afraid. It was too quiet.
His eyes went to the attic hatch.
"Hello?" he whispered.
It cracked open, slowly.
"Still here," the monster whispered back, "You're not alone."
He relaxed, and went back to sleep.
A Small Fiction, James Mark Miller, Feb. 1, 2020

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You can watch again the video on micro fiction here:

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You can watch again the video on micro fiction here:

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Dans ce cours, les professeurs d'anglais Mélanie et Laurent proposent de s'exercer à l'écriture avec l'aide de David Gaffney et James Mark Miller, des auteurs de micro-fiction, des histoires ne dépassant pas les 150 mots.

Retrouvez le support de cours en PDF.

Les conseils pour écrire une micro-fiction
How can we write flash fiction?

Think about the premise of your story and then develop it into a plot. To do this: start with the end!

Focus on what the reader really needs to know about the character. Do not include too much description.

Create gaps that the reader will be able to fill.

Do not make the story too practical. Keep some poetic or figurative language.

What makes this story "effective"?

It starts in medias res.

The focus is on the actions & emotions;

The verbs in the simple past move the story forward.

Short sentences and frequent line breaks increase the suspense.

The familiarity of the situation makes it relatable.

The repeated use of the definite article "the" increases the reader's allegiance.

There are gaps for the reader to fill.

The external narrator is omniscient.

The writer plays with the reader's expectations.

Proposition d'activités
Writing workshop
He awoke in the night...

Use this opening line to write your own text
Step 1
Think about your ending
Step 2
Think about how you are going to get there: PLAN YOUR STORY

Choose a tone, the characters and the narrative voice, the next actions.

Introduce a problem.

Remember your ending.

Step 3
Start writing: CHOOSE YOUR WORDS

Picture the scene in your mind.

Mind your conjugation (preterite or past prefect).

Use precise words.

Step 4
Give a voice to your character through direct speech / indirech speech

Mind the punctuation.

Choose the right speech verbs / BE + ING to provide an explanation about an action.

Let the narrator speak for the character.

Step 5
Play with the reader's expectations
Step 6
End the story: surprise the reader

Let the reader reconsider the whole story & make their own interpretation.

Start a new line to increase the surprise.

Share your stories on Twitter & Instagram avec #flashfiction ou #englishfiction
Réalisateur : Didier Fraisse

Producteur : France tv studio

Année de copyright : 2020

Année de production : 2020

Année de diffusion : 2020

Publié le 17/06/20

Modifié le 17/06/20

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Dans ce cours, les professeurs d'anglais Mélanie et Laurent proposent de s'exercer à l'écriture avec l'aide de David Gaffney et James Mark Miller, des auteurs de micro-fiction, des histoires ne dépassant pas les 150 mots. Retrouvez le support de cours en PDF. How can we write flash fiction?

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Into a cemetery, I watch the graves. One tear is flowing, a second tears and finally rain falls on my face. Why the pain in my heart was so complicated to hide? I am looking at the picture and I remember the good memories. Sister, I miss you

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A father and his son were very close. When he learned he had cancer, the father was upset and told his son about it, who cry his eyes out. Miraculously, the father recovered but was killed by a car. The son wanted to join his father and found one solution ...

A man's bad luck

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Jenna was quietly sitting on the bench in the park when suddenly thunder was heard followed by a heavy shower. “Yes, it must have a shine sunny” she exclaimed. She ran to reach a shelter but she felt like… a presence that followed her. She didn’t dare turn around so she ran over and over. 

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He left his house. When the door opened, he fell in a hole. After few second, he landed in his bed, with always a little more panic and madness. It restarted for the eternity. He had lost everything.

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Shiro is lost, she begins to seek her parents and when she meets them , they have been turned into pigs. So she runs away. She looks around her and sees many ghosts. In her run, she meets a boy who has the capacity to turn into a dragon.

The meeting

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We finally found him after 2 hours searching him.
It was raining hard. Our dog hid in the woods when it was dark.

I took him and installed him as comfortable as possible, close to me.

I saw his last look before letting him go after 14 years living with him.

“The last night”

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The footprints :

Julia was the first of her family to go back home, during the twilight of a rainy day.

She had the feeling to be observed, and, afraid, she was hurrying up.

As she opened the door, she saw muddy footprints.

She switched the light on, but the footprints had disappeared.

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“Mom?” said the little girl.

The bishop passed his hand in front of the mothers’ eyes.

“OH ! I see you ! I can see !” screamed the mother.

One more time the miracle occurred.

Miracles

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Have you ever wondered, what if a stranger came at your home to take a bath ?

It happened to me.

though there was a difference, I knew this man,

It was a well-known politician… a former French President...

But what do you expect when your name is… Freebath.

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It was running after him and gaining ground.

He looked at the beast... it seemed to be a terrifying cow-rhinoceros.

Sprinting was exhausting and he started struggling.

Suddenly, the beast's horn wildly struck his arm.

He suffered from the striking pain until he realised, it was just a terrible dream.

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He fell and began to pick up speed.
He thought about his fiance, his son and friends. God, he should never have jumped !
The floor got closer and closer, faster
He closed his eyes, waiting for the bump.
The parachute spread out.

The Fall

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I saw a fog coming in front of me... I heard voices, I saw shadows...  I heard someone  It was my grandmother's voice...  She had been dead for a long time... when I tried to get close to her I fell off a cliff... At the end of the fall I woke up in my bed. It was only a dream.
Lina H

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The girl was walking alone in the garden

It was a beautiful day: the sun was shining, and the birds were singing

The wind was blowing behind the trees.

“Mother?” Whispered the girl “is that really you?”

“Of course, my dear” whispered the wind “I am here, behind the tree.”

The whispering garden

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When diving into water, he heard nothing. It was like another world.

He observed around him and saw nothing except fish.

He asked “Where am I?”

A fish approached him and replied ”Relax, it's going to be fine”.

He closed his eyes and sank into the bottom of the abyss.

Fall asleep

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I could feel the wind blowing wildly in my hair. The dust which was dancing with us in this waltz. No one to tell me where to go, I was making my dreams come true. The Sound of the monster I was riding on Route 66 was pleasant.

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She was in her house.

She went to the kitchen.

Her dad said « go to sleep » with a strange voice.

She decided to go back to bed.

She heard something, saw someone with the head of her father.

She heard a voice « Lisa… ».

She woke up.

A dream

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He was coming back to his bedroom.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I assure you monsters don’t exist.” mummy repeated.

The house was plunged in the dark.

Suddenly, a noise caught his attention. “In the chimney! I heard him!” he screamed.

“It’s your imagination…” mummy yawned.

“Thank you, Tommy…” whispered the thief.

SWEET DREAMS, TOMMY

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As always Anna took the photo of her parents and went near her window. Today a tear trickled down her child's face. When it ended its course, it fell on the photo and a little cloud appeared in the sky, she could hear her parents whispering ‘we miss your smile’

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She sat down in the middle of the room.

He asked her to take off her glasses and her jewelry.

She stiffened.

He looked at her insistently and he ordered her not to move and mostly not to smile.

A light burst and the picture for the passport was taken.

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1888, London, Owen Smith investigated Miss Red murder’s, an aristocrat. She was mutilated on all four limbs, it seemed to be a suicide but for the investigator, this is definitely murder. A man walked through the front door of the pub and presented himself as a witness to the murder.

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He suddenly noticed that he was alone in this huge corridor.
The atmosphere was ghastly. It smelled of blood and death.

Abruptly, a transparent hand grabbed him. Cris rang out! His blood froze in his veins. A punch felled on his head.
He woke up brutally in the dungeon.

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We decided to enter in the building. We are not that scared.

Suddenly we hear something: a thump. We stay still and silent for a few moments.

“What are you doing here?” says a man behind us. This man is the painter.

The building is just under renovation.

BTP's stories

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After nuclear testing, they all started to mutate. I was the only human with my companion. The mutants started to hunt us down.  We're still on the move. This morning, a group of mutant-fish attacked us. Too many of them, they got us. Face down on the ground, only my third eye could still see them.

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She swam so fast. She had no choice.

The monster groaned, she swam.

In this giganticocean she didn’t knew where to go… so she just swam at fast as possible.

The terrifying monster opened his mouths wide open, and in a sound that she never heard before, the monster yelled “mom said that you have to leave the bath!”

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Maureen Linard, Cindy Scremin and Joseph de Weijer

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Maureen Linard, Cindy Scremin and Joseph de Weijer

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I am looking at the sky and I'm thinking about my mother, when she was sick, in her hospital bed. A tear rolled on my cheek. She said that she loved me and was proud of me. I answered with emotion "So do I, mum" I will never forget you.

A star in the sky

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Dear Frank, I am sorry, I have lived with you since I was fifteen. You are the only family I have, but the son you sent away wanted revenge on you and I would have lost you. If you are reading this, I have already been arrested by the police.

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During holidays in Scotland, Tonya always visits the castles. Every year she goes to the same village. She knows almost by heart the five castles of the territory. This year, on her way to the same village, she passes all the castles. But this time there were six of them!

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The teachers and staff of Lycée Lambert Mulhouse have voted for the best stories in each category. See the results below (click on each picture to zoom):

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The teachers and staff of Lycée Lambert Mulhouse have voted for the best stories in each category. See the results below (click on each picture to zoom):

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Two stories were chosen

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" Ouch ! " something hard fell on my head.

" What’s going on ? " my sister asked. I ignored her ; I continued reading.

" Ouch ! "

" Again ? What’s the matter ? "

Two golden eggs on my book  Jack and the beanstalk.
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