The Fantastical Fantasies of Frank Frisbie
by J. Robert King

The beginning introduces Frank and the narrator and sets up the conflict. My friend Frank Frisbie has spiky hair and round glasses and—most importantly—a huge imagination. Other kids think that’s weird, but we have all kinds of adventures together on our walks to school.

Dialogue lets characters speak. It also moves the story forward. “Do you see that woman over there with the baby?” Frank asked, pointing across the street.

“I do.“ The woman cradled a baby in her arms and spoke softly to the child.

“She’s a spy,” Frank claimed. “She’s been tracking us.”

I felt a chill run down my spine but tried to laugh it off. “Spies don’t carry babies.”