Every child learns the different parts of speech; however,they may easily forget them as often they are not mentioned for ages, until literacy lessons focus on them once again. Using the following web tales sites is a great way to create stories and revise using the parts of speech in a fun way. Firstly children have to fill in the correct sort of word to make a story work. They can then go back and improve their story several times over, until it is worth reading.
Using these sites is fun for all ages and really should help to revise what they have learned in an engaging way. In all of the sites below children simply have to add words for the parts of speech to the form given. Working in pairs this should give rise to lots of discussion, followed by an opportunity to develop and improve their story.
Wacky Web Tales – Has a huge number of story starters , it is aimed at year 3 and upwards.
Funbrain Story Starters – This site has fifteen story starters all suitable for children. There is one there called the bully which I tried out. My first group of words created this crazy story:
“!Jimmy Jones is the school bully. He always says that he is going to see and run me. One day he play Sally Smith so hard that she fell down and started to hit. Then he took her lunch money, and spent it on classroom. I hope it tasted bad. I told him that if he didn’t stop I was going to tell the pen. Jimmy stopped and said he was sorry to Sally. Sally cry me an told me I was her desk. wow!”
But working on it gave me:
If you need to talk about bullying in class, the discussion based around this story could be really useful as it starts off really silly and children will laugh – but there is a very serious message delivered too.
Madlits – This site has some seasonal ones to play with; the Christmas ones: Deck the Halls, I’ll be home for Christmas and Frosty the Snowman could be fun activities for the last couple of days of term.
Crazy Tales – This one is along the same lines but it does have something rather different to work with – one of the stories offered is the The Night before Christmas! If you are planning on covering that over the Christmas period this may be a fun exercise trying out their own choices if the parts of speech form , or use the random words offered to see how good children can get it before you share the poem with them!
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, and all through the cave,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a platypus.
The shoes were hung by the table with care,
In hopes that St. Chris soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of sugar-raspberries danced in their elbows.
And daughter in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
lifted open the shutters, and touched up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-month to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a silky milk carton, and eight tiny armadillos.
With a little old driver, so lively and mushy,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Chris.
More rapid than kangaroos his armadillos they came,
And he whistled, and waddled, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! Now, Stephanie! Now, Leaf and Vixen!
On, Man! On Chimpanzee! On, Sock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wig!
Now hiss away! Hiss away! Hiss away all!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the table St. Chris came with a bound.
His eyes — how they sniffled! His dimples, how embarrassing!
His shoulders were like dishtowels, his toenail like a prune!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the shoes, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his kneecap aside of his eyelash,
And giving a nod, up the table he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a grumble,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good weekend!”