My Story

In lesson we did an exercise to help us think about a story for our idea. We started with a sentence that we all wrote but could choose an age of our own choice. We then wrote a paragraph introducing the character and the setting which he was in. We then passed our story to the person next to us and had to carry on the story we were passed.

This is my story:

Ross, a 67 year old male woke and looked around him, he was in a place he had never been before, surrounded by bustling people hurriedly trying to reach their destination. He looked lost in this fast moving world as he quietly shuffled around in his comfy blue slippers and woollen cardigan with amazement on his face. His fluffy white hair moved in the breeze as a car drove by. He pulled his checkered shirt and cardigan tighter around him rubbing his arms in attempt to get warmer.

His teeth chattered and his half-moon glasses fell onto the very bridge of his nose. Passers-by seemed almost oblivious to Ross' existence and it was this that made him feel so incredibly alone; his pace slowed and he slowly came to a stop and sunk drearily onto a nearby bench. A tall, extravagant business woman sat beside him, talking into what seemed to be some alien technology in her ear, he was most confused to say the least.

She stopped talking and shut the device and turned to him. "What are you staring at?" She said defensively. Ross looked taken aback. " well this may seem strange, but i don't know where i am." Maybe she could help him. " you're in Covent Gardens" She replied raising an eyebrow.

He looked at her with a gentle innocence. People often spoke to him in this patronising tone. He then smiled at her, his eyes glittering in a friendly way, " as time continues- I struggle to recall what happened yesterday. When I was young, i treated the world as if it would always be here. I never expected to grow up and to get old." His eyes gleamed brighter as if he could see the image of his past. The woman barely took notice, but he continued despite this. " It's almost too late.  Time doesn't change any more. Every day could just be the same as the one before..." His mouth twitched anxiously, and he raised his eyes again to match hers.

He seemed somewhat proud of his make-shift speech. As he went to get up off the bench his foot slipped on a banana skin. His hip slipped out of place and he tragically died on the roadside.Unfortunately no-one realised he was dead. The woman sitting beside him happened to be a local producer in a theatre company. She thought he was asleep so she picked him up and used him as a prop in her latest production. The question is, was Ross' death an accident, or was the banana skin placed there deliberately by the woman?  

1. When writing the first paragraph the idea I wanted to develop was how Ross had wondered out of an old people's home into this 'new world' full of technology and fast moving cars. I then pictured him growing a relationship with someone in this 'new world' perhaps a young boy who would take him back to the home he came from but Ross would meet him everyday telling him about his past becoming more and more of an influence on this young boy.
Compared to how the story actually went, it didn't differ greatly at the start. Ross still met another character and touched on his past. The only difference was it was a business woman. However the ending was complete different to how I pictured it with Ross slipping and dying then being used as a prop in a theatre production but I guess that brings a bit of comedy into it...?
2. I'm not sure whether the complete story would make a good short film however i think that it definitely has the potential to but some things may need work on to make the different sections fit together.
Overall, I do like where the narrative of my story went and it could be a possible future idea for a short film.