Story Starter 'A'
There was once a man who decided to travel the world to seek his fortune. He set off and after many days came to a beautiful palace, on the shores of a wide lake. There were many swans swimming in the water and resting on a small island in the middle of the lake. Lots of coloured flags flew from the roof of the palace, as if some special event was being celebrated. The man decided to go to the palace to find out what was happening.
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Story Starter 'B'
Once upon a time there was a girl called Heather who lost her cat. Smudge, the cat, was a very special animal because it could talk. It talked only to Heather, who was very upset when Smudge disappeared, and thought someone may have overheard them talking together. Not knowing that Smudge would talk only to Heather, the thieves probably thought they could sell the cat for a lot of money.
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Story Starter 'C'
Once upon a time, there lived an old man and an old woman. Many people at that time kept wild birds in cages.
The old woman, who was kind-hearted, kept a young sparrow in a cage, and gave it the best of food to eat.
The old man was a bad-tempered thing, always complaining about something or other. One day, when the old woman was out, he opened the sparrow's cage and let the bird fly away.
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Story Starter 'D'
There was a man who was lost in the forest. Night fell and he didn't know what to do, but just before the light went completely he found a hollow tree. Climbing into it, he decided to wait until morning, and settled down to spend the night in the tree.
After a while, he thought he heard a voice. He was about to call out when he heard another voice, and for some reason he remained silent. There was something strange about the voices, something which made him want to stay in the hollow tree.
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Story Starter 'E'
"What time is it?"
"Nearly half-past three".
"What time did the train get in?"
"Three o'clock".
Alan said excitedly "It doesn't take long to drive from the station, they'll be here any minute now!"
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Story Starter 'F'
It wasn't his fault. They shouldn't have left it all for him to do. It wasn't fair, expecting one person to do all that. If it failed, if they didn't succeed, they'd blame him. But it wasn't his fault.
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Story Starter 'G'
The old house had been empty for as long as he could remember.
He'd heard all sorts of stories about it, of course.
There was supposed to be a ghost, a lady ghost, who looked out of one of the upstairs windows on New Year's Eve. And if you rang the bell after midnight you'd hear someone muttering behind the front door.
But his Dad said it was all nonsense, because the stories had all been invented since the last people left.
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Story Starter 'H'
Annette didn't like to get up.
Every morning, when her Mum called, she'd snuggle down under the blankets for a few more minutes.
She knew that Mum would be annoyed, and would come upstairs and shout at her, but those few stolen extra minutes of comfort and warmth were worth it.
Then, one morning, she woke up and listened. Her Mum hadn't called her, she was sure of that. She burrowed down in the bed and dozed for a little while, but then reached out for the clock. It was nearly 8.30, the time she usually left for school. She was going to be late. Why hadn't Mum called her?
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Story Starter 'I'
Something moved in the cupboard.
It was quite dark, late at night. In fact, the clock had just chimed midnight.
At the bottom of the cupboard, under a heap of old shoes and clothing not worn for years, was a cardboard box. Inside the box were some dusty, faded toys. There were dolls, marionettes, stuffed fluffy toys, a train with two wheels missing, a wooden soldier whose sword had been broken in some long-forgotten battle, and several jigsaws.
Something in the box moved.
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Story Starter 'J'
John didn't know where he was.
He looked out of the window, but nothing seemed familiar.
The room was strange too. He didn't recognise any of the furniture.
And his clothes, although they were a good fit, surely didn't belong to him? He'd never had a yellow shirt. Or a brown check jacket.
As he sat on the padded wooden stool trying to puzzle out answers to all these questions, he slowly became aware of something in the back pocket of his trousers. Something hard. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled it out. |