Using Dialogue in Writing
News from the Year 6 class
In Year 6, students learned to develop their writing through the use of dialogue. Dialogue helps the reader get to know the thoughts and characteristics of the characters. It moves the story along, allowing the reader to relate to the characters while showing how the characters relate to, and influence, each other. Students were taught strategies by Mrs Esterhuizen in the English class to hook their readers using well-written dialogue. Here are two stories from our talented Year 6 budding authors.
Year 6 Teacher
Written by Rebecca Wiese
“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you are doing!” Zoey’s father asked angrily, tapping his foot.
“D-d-dad I, um, I was getting my riding helmet because I, umm, forgot it at the stable this afternoon and I—“ (of course Zoey was lying but her dad didn’t notice.)
“Do you have any idea what you put me and your mother through? We were so worried about you,” he said, his face softening.
“I know, I’m sorry and it won’t happen again. I thought that –”
“No buts young lady,” Zoey’s dad sighed. “Now come home to bed and no more sneaking out understand!” He started to walk to the car.
“Ok, I know,” Zoey sighed moving towards the car. As her dad was driving home he sat in silence, not realizing Zoey was not there.
“Zoey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be hard on you back at the stables. I just –”
But Zoey wasn’t in the car. She had jumped out without her father noticing and ran back to the stable as fast as she could.
“Ok big guy, let’s try this again,” Zoey whispered, moving closer to her horse Twilight, trying to put the saddle on without the horse being spooked again. But the horse immediately reared and struck her on the back.
“What have you done now, Twilight?” Zoey whispered falling to the ground in agony. And then Zoey’s world went black.
Written by Leah Breet
“That’s too tight,” King Bertie said as the tailor pulled at the strings on his shirt.
“Sorry your majesty, but I need to get this outfit ready before the party tonight,” Sir Cuffman, the tailor, said.
“Yes, you’re right. I wouldn’t want to look untidy for Cameron’s birthday.”
A few hours into Cameron’s birthday party, the King was called into the kitchen. When he walked in there was a glass with a green liquid inside with a note next to the glass.
“Good day King Bertie, I have come up with a new mouth-watering drink just for you. Signed: Chef Herron.” The King read aloud to himself with a posh British accent.
“Oh my, this is delicious,” he said to himself, with wide eyes and licking his lips.
A few minutes later, Sir Cuffman searched through the crowd of people at the party and pulled Cameron aside into an empty room.
“The King is missing.”
“Yes, I last saw him walking into the kitchen a few minutes ago and he never came out, so I went in there and he was missing.”
“Well, have you searched everywhere?” Cameron said emphasising the word everywhere.
“Yes madam,” he said looking down, “but he was nowhere to be found.” Cameron sat down on the chair closest to her and buried her face in her palms.
“We need to send all the knights out to search for him,” she said standing up and leaving the room.
“Uh, y-yes ma’am,” Sir Cuffman said standing on his toes and leaning to her direction.
A few hours later Sir Cuffman and Cameron gathered all the knights and started counting them.
“Uh madam, Knight Felt is not here …”