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By Neil Gaiman 2015. Neil Gaiman is British-born fiction writer who has written novels, comics, graphic novels, nonfiction and screenplays. His work has received various awards including a 2009 Newbery award. "Click-Clack the Rattlebag" is included in a collection of short stories titled Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances.
Because “Click-Clack The Rattlebag” doesn’t give a physical description of the fearsome “click-clacks,” I like to have students design and create mysterious creatures of their own! Working in groups of three, students take turns to design a section of a “monster” on a paper folded in thirds. The first student draws the monster’s ...
Use “Click Clack the Rattlebag,” a short story from Neil Gaiman that’s available online, to teach your students the elements of literary analysis. These lesson materials include links to online media, a student hand-out with nine short-answer questions (plus detailed answer key, of course), and an optional creative writing assignment.
The little boy says he is afraid of the dark and needs to be put to bed. The narrator is afraid of the Click-clacks that are hiding in the dark. The little boy brings the narrator to the attic, where they hear rattling sounds. The little boy is the Click-clack but the narrator does not believe him. 2.
Oct 20, 2019 · Most of the story consists of a dialogue between a young man and a child, sitting in the dark, discussing a scary story about something called Click-clack the Rattlebag. That’s all I can really tell you, plot-wise, spoilers and all that. “Click-clack the Rattlebag” isn’t the nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, unsettling-aftertaste ...
This is a 28-page set of worksheets for the short story “Click-Clack the Rattlebag” by Neil Gaiman. The comprehension questions can be used as a story test or as a learning activity for students as they read the story. The worksheets include: * comprehension questions (multiple choice) * comprehension questions (short answer) * vocabulary
It was perfectly dark, now, but the opening door disturbed the air, and I heard things rattle gently, like dry bones in thin bags, in the slight wind. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Like that. I would have pulled away, then, if I could, but small, firm fingers pulled me forward, unrelentingly, into the dark.
