How have i found english so far?

Throughtout the past 6/7 weeks i have found english language very difficult however enjoyable. I've found it hard to remember and apply key terminology and how to further my analysis. I enjoyed writing my Halloween flash fiction story and i think i will continue to enjoy my coursework.
I think past papers and example answers will help me understand what i have to do in the exam.

Inspiration for my story

Our task was to create a Halloween Flash Fiction Story of 500 words to be entered into a competition for children years 7-9. Therefore my lexical field was halloween and i used words such as: smeared, gargoyles, gothic, sinister, bloodythirsty, creepy, fear, silhouette. i chose these lexis as i knew my audience would understand them and it would create a sense of fear and build tensionl. however i also used more advanced vocabulary to try and challenge and stretch the reader and used words such as figurines, illuminating, unidentified, and exterior as i thought this would make it more interesting for them.
I chose the title 'THE MYSTERY' to engage the reader. i thought that it would encorage them to want to read the rest to find out what happens and if 'he' survives. i chose to do it in red as it means danger and therefore catches the audiences eye. i put a shadow behind it to enhance the fear of the audience and to add to the halloween style.

FLASH FICTION - worst nightmare

Working title – Halloween Flash Fiction

Context – Short Story in Flash Fiction Style for Competition

Audience – Years 7-9

Purpose – To Entertain

Word Count – 500

 WORST NIGHTMARE

The evening was out-of-focus, the moon was at its full against the ebony sky and the gales were ice-cuttingly cruel. It stood alone at the end of the lane on top of the hill. Its dingy grey, paint-flaked exterior look like it had been neglected for decades. Its window pains were smeared with dried blood and the brickwork was infested with ivy. Adorned as it was with all manner of gargoyle and carvings; the gothic style house held a sinister threat of evildoings within. The sticky air is heavy with loneliness and only he was inhaling it. Only he could hear the decaying branches creak in the wind as the bloodthirsty bats flew overhead.

But was he alone?

                It was the night of the devil. 31.10.1931. The aura of the house didn’t sway his determination to make it to the front door. The path to the entrance was overgrown with bushes and brambles whose thorns reached out to capture the innocent. The door jolted and swung open, it was a gracious invitation by an invisible owner. “Who’s there?” he shouted. There was no answer.

                As he stood in the doorway he saw a shadow flicker in the corner of his vision. He felt immobilized. He took another step into the glorious hallway and the door slammed shut behind him. Shivers curled through the hairs on the back of his neck and raced down his spine. A rush of moist warm air brushed past his ear like a stalkers breath. Creepy noises came from the room next door, thumps, bumps, thuds, whistles, howls, and groans.  Unidentified noises. He could hear someone pacing. Perhaps they were filling up their treat buckets for the young ones who were soon to be knocking - perhaps not.

                Moonlight slipped through a crack in the walls and was illuminating a table, full of letters and newspapers from century’s ago. The fear within was permanent now; he knew he wasn’t alone. He heard the pacing again. This time it was faster and louder. A hand clasped his mouth and he couldn’t breath; he was being dragged. The floor creaked beneath him; the silhouette was enormous and detached from the floor. He could hear the autumn winds howling outside. Another door swung open and he found himself being elevated into the air and something emerging around his neck. He caught sight of a little boy in the corner playing with his figurines. The figure was oblivious he was being choked and lugged upwards towards dreamland. As his skull smashed on the ceiling the doorbell echoed throughout the dividers of the house and he was flung to the floor. The host migrated into the walls and vanished. The figure in the corner was hauled into the floor boards. He stood staggering, shuddering, shivering and darted up the hallways towards the entrance. He gripped the doorknob and forced the door open. No one was there. Was this his mind playing games with him or had someone been there? Had someone rang the doorbell or was it all just in his imagination?

Transcript

TRANSCRIPT

A: oi I wanna go nandos

B: so do I

C: but ive got no money

A: ill pay for ya

C: will you actually though

D: Who wants to play GTA

A: Is that working tonight…will it actually work

D: Yeahh I swear ahhhhhh, I swear on my mums life it was shit

A: Why was it shit

D: I was like shit and\\

C:                                 \\ GTA’s boring

   What you going to wear

B: probably heels and a dress I wanna get boozey she said don’t mention it to them, she said say it\\

C:                                             \\ on the night

A: sweet get my an invite

C: she didn’t even ask me she asked lou

D: can we actually go on a double date

 Will you go on a date with me

Im being serious

Stop being sarcy

B: im not everyone always thinks im being sarcastic and im not

 Where are we going to go

D: wanna come round mine and get groovy by that I mean GTA

 

FROM JACK, GRACE, AND WILL