Planning:
Motifs and symbols:
Establish motifs and symbols that communicate the danger
Metaphors, similes, personification
The colour of the radium – Prolepsis or flash forward
Personifying radium
Time – Watched, clocks, girl’s lives (everything is dictated by time)
Setting:
In the workplace
Describe the setting and atmosphere
Sensory imagery
Verisimilitude – Believable/Realistic
Watched, monitored
Quiet - suppressed
Characterisation:
A character who is still slightly worried
A character who feels silly for having been worried
1920s Slang
1920s Cultural reference
Sequence:
Establish setting
Introduce character and situation
Contrast main character & girl behind her
Somebody has a “symptom”
Blood on handkerchief
Pimples
Sore jaw/toothache
Dizziness
How to write a creative writing (short)
Establish a sense of place, embed values in the setting
Use sensory imagery – Sight, sound, smell, touch and taste
Use figurative language – A motif, pick out key details
Establish a sense of character/s
Use dialogue and individual voice
Initiate plot – What is happening create conflict / a block
The block is or isn’t overcome
Potential figurative language:
Vitality of girls
Glow of radium – magic
Seasonal imagery - Spring or summer
Pathetic fallacy – Looks like a nice day but is supposed to rain
Descriptions of characters:
Rotor – Arrogant,
Von sochocky – Kind, Caring, Altruistic, Optimistic, Arancular
MacNeil –
Irene – Innocent,
Vignette Planning:
Arrival at the factory
Whistle blown at the start and end of shifts
The supervision of Mrs McNeil – Lack of trust, expected to need correcting
Vignette:
Brong, Brong, Brong, the bell was ringing as I sprinted down the crumbling pavement on my street, how could I oversleep on my first day? I thought. Working at the U.S. Radium corporation was the dream job, and after months of waiting to be accepted, countless days wishing, and many letters between me and my best friends, I had overslept!
The bells vibrant ring had just ended, and I knew that meant I was officially late. There was the factory as bright as usual gleaming in the rising sun of a hot summer’s day. As I pushed the heavy industrial doors of the factory as butterflies gathered in my stomach, this was it. I yanked my timecard out of my pouch and stamped it as fast as humanly possible, I left it on the bench and continued sprinting down the long corridors, until reaching room 309, my room.
I gripped the door handle, and my stomach exploded with worry, happiness, and pure joy, I turned the handle, and there I stood staring into the busy room, with everyone staring right back at me.