Historical+Fiction

A historical fiction story uses imaginative characters and plot in an accurate historical setting. It requires some research into a time period to write, since the author needs to know what life would be like for a character at that time. Historical accuracy is key to this genre, since you want your reader to be swept away and transported to another time.

"The Rats" Daniel B.

"Cock-a-dooodle-doooooooooo..." Cried the rooster, waking everybody in the house up. I got up, streched and changed out of my pajamas and into my work clothes. Another day of hard work on the farm. I decended the staircase, yawning.My nose caught a whiff of sausage, and I smiled. There was no douubt that pancakes were also bieng cooked with the flour that Mrs. Barden gave us yesterday. She was a nice lady, so Mom made friends with her really quick. They knitted, washed clothes and baked together at times, and sometimes they would give each other little things like flour and coth. Somehow Mom is always in the kitchen with a warm breakfast waiting by the time I get down there. I wonder how she gets up so early without the rest of us knowing. I was the last one to get to the kitchen, as usual. There wasn't much to say that mornig, so the meal was quiet exept for the occasional "please pass the..." and "Thank you" 's oftable manners. After breakfast I put on my coat and gloves, grabbed the hachet and started out to chop wood. About half an hour had passed when Robert, my older brother came out and told me that Mom wanted me. I wasted no tim in getting out of my chore to see why Mom wanted me."David, could you take this bread over to Mrs. Barden for me?" she asked."yeah, I can. Would it be okay if I stayed a while?" I asked. I wanted to see Rex agen. Rex was Mr Barden's St Bernard. " If they don't mind, it's okay with me." " Thank you!" I sad as I went out the door. "Be careful!" Mom shouted after me. Althugh I didn't turn back, she knew that I had heard. I jogged the short distance between my house and Mr. Barden's farm without much difficulty; it was only half a mile.

// __(This text is currently unfinished)__ // //** About the Author **//

//Daniel B. was born on April 21 in Ithaca. He grew up with 3 sisters: Hannah, Kathryn, and Sarah. Through his mother, he joined several different organizations. Some of these include the Hill & Dale 4-H club, the soccer program at Caroline Elementary, and then the Aquarium club at DeWitt Middle. Through his father, Daniel learned how to run machinery, fish, and the beginnings of welding.Several of his interests are reading fantasy, jokes and riddles, and constructing things out of materials that range from Legos to lumber. //