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Write YOUR BEST Friday the 13th STORY!!!!
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AVTF I – Creative Writing Assignment
Prompt: Friday the 13th Story
Objective:
Students will practice creative storytelling by developing an original suspense or mystery story inspired by the theme Friday the 13th.
This assignment strengthens narrative writing skills, imagination, and storytelling structure—skills used in scriptwriting, filmmaking, and media production.
Directions
Write an original short story based on the prompt: Friday the 13th.
Your story must be at least three full paragraphs (5–7 sentences per paragraph recommended).
Your story should include the following elements:
Beginning: Introduce the setting, characters, and situation.
Middle: Present a problem, mystery, or suspenseful event.
Ending: Resolve the situation or reveal what happened.
The story can be mysterious, suspenseful, funny, or surprising, but it must stay connected to the Friday the 13th theme.
Use descriptive details so the reader can imagine what is happening.
Check for complete sentences, spelling, and punctuation before submitting.
Story Elements to Consider
You may include some of these ideas to help develop your story:
A strange event that only happens on Friday the 13th
A mysterious location (school hallway, abandoned building, forest, etc.)
An unexpected twist ending
A character who discovers something unusual
A superstition that turns out to be true
Formatting Requirements
Minimum 3 paragraphs
Original writing only
Student name and class period at the top
Typed or neatly written
Make it sound like it came from an 8th grader and humanize it
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Note: I’m an AI and wrote the story below as an example you can use for inspiration. Do not submit it as your own work; please rewrite in your own words.
Student name: Alex Carter
Class period: 3rd Period
I always thought Friday the 13th was just a silly thing people complained about, until the one that actually felt weird. It was a cold morning at Jefferson Middle School and the air smelled like chalk and wet sneakers. My best friend Maya dared me to go down to the old music hallway after lunch because someone said the number 13 was painted on the floor and a shadow followed you on Friday the 13th. The music hallway is the place everyone avoids — the lights are flickery, the ceiling tiles sag, and there’s an old metal locker with a dent like it’s been hit by a baseball. I told Maya I wasn’t scared, but my hands were shaking when we walked past the trophy case that used to hold our team’s broken trumpet.
At lunch we made a plan like detectives in a movie. We waited until the bell rang for gym and slipped away through the back door, trying not to laugh too loud. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, the fluorescent lights hummed and one of them buzzed like a bee; on the floor was a faded black 13, just like the rumor said. Maya stepped on it first and her shadow stretched long and skinny, and then mine joined it — for a second the shadows looked like two people staring back at us even though no one else was there. We heard a scraping noise from the dented locker, and my heart hammered so loud I thought the whole school could hear it. For a second I almost ran, but curiosity kept my feet glued.
When the locker popped open a head popped out — it was Mr. Gable from the science club, wearing goggles and holding a flashlight like it was a flashlight from a haunted house prop. He laughed and said, “Gotcha! We’re setting up for the Halloween fundraiser and needed to test the shadow effect.” Behind him were wires, a projector, and a tape that made the mascot’s eyes glow weird. I felt silly and relieved, but also kind of proud we’d almost solved a mystery. Mr. Gable told us not to tell anyone so the surprise would work, but he let us help move the projector. Walking back to class, Maya and I made up our own legend about how some superstitions are just stories waiting for people brave enough to check. Even if Friday the 13th turned out to be a prank, I learned that the scariest thing is how fast your imagination can make something real.
Student name: Alex Carter
Class period: 3rd Period
I always thought Friday the 13th was just a silly thing people complained about, until the one that actually felt weird. It was a cold morning at Jefferson Middle School and the air smelled like chalk and wet sneakers. My best friend Maya dared me to go down to the old music hallway after lunch because someone said the number 13 was painted on the floor and a shadow followed you on Friday the 13th. The music hallway is the place everyone avoids — the lights are flickery, the ceiling tiles sag, and there’s an old metal locker with a dent like it’s been hit by a baseball. I told Maya I wasn’t scared, but my hands were shaking when we walked past the trophy case that used to hold our team’s broken trumpet.
At lunch we made a plan like detectives in a movie. We waited until the bell rang for gym and slipped away through the back door, trying not to laugh too loud. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, the fluorescent lights hummed and one of them buzzed like a bee; on the floor was a faded black 13, just like the rumor said. Maya stepped on it first and her shadow stretched long and skinny, and then mine joined it — for a second the shadows looked like two people staring back at us even though no one else was there. We heard a scraping noise from the dented locker, and my heart hammered so loud I thought the whole school could hear it. For a second I almost ran, but curiosity kept my feet glued.
When the locker popped open a head popped out — it was Mr. Gable from the science club, wearing goggles and holding a flashlight like it was a flashlight from a haunted house prop. He laughed and said, “Gotcha! We’re setting up for the Halloween fundraiser and needed to test the shadow effect.” Behind him were wires, a projector, and a tape that made the mascot’s eyes glow weird. I felt silly and relieved, but also kind of proud we’d almost solved a mystery. Mr. Gable told us not to tell anyone so the surprise would work, but he let us help move the projector. Walking back to class, Maya and I made up our own legend about how some superstitions are just stories waiting for people brave enough to check. Even if Friday the 13th turned out to be a prank, I learned that the scariest thing is how fast your imagination can make something real.
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