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The Essence of a Scary Story by Three-Year Old Kevin Lee Schmidt

Kevin White EyedOnce upon a time, there was a group of kids . . .

and they DIED!

(Read what Kevin’s story means in terms of the structure of a story, which is something that we must learn as children, in my book Narrative Madness,  available at narrativemadness.com or on Amazon.)

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3 Comments

  1. sybl
    Posted October 19, 2010 at 5:35 pm | Permalink

    sounds startlingly familiar – did Kevin plagarize Mark S. who long ago wrote: “There once was a girl named Amy, who got hit by a truck and she died.”

  2. Posted October 19, 2010 at 7:42 pm | Permalink

    Kevin also distilled the structure of narrative. His stories (when they weren’t as short as the one above) went on and on, linked always by “And then . . . and then . . . and then . . . and then . . .” He had no sense of beginning, middle and end, but then that was a convention established late in the history of story telling by the Greeks.

    And thanks for reminding me of Mark S.’s story about you. That’s the story that upset your Mom so much, and you had to convince her that Mark is not as sadistic as he seems, right?

  3. kt
    Posted October 20, 2010 at 6:08 pm | Permalink

    Kevin is three.

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