Feature Writing: Feature Story A News Story Feature Story Divisions of Feature Articles: Journalistic
Feature Writing: Feature Story A News Story Feature Story Divisions of Feature Articles: Journalistic
Feature Writing: Feature Story A News Story Feature Story Divisions of Feature Articles: Journalistic
A Feature story differs from a news story in one respects-its intent. A news
story provides information about an event, idea, or situation. A feature story
does a bit more- it also interprets news, add depth and color to a story. It
also instructs or entertains. A news story tells about important events. A
feature story tells about interesting matters.
1. Color
2. Fancy
3. Wit , humor
4. Anecdotes
5. Quotations
Some Types of Feature Articles
1. News Feature (Journalistic)
2. Informative Feature
3. “How-to” – Feature Article
4. Personality Sketches
5. Personal Experiences
6. Human Interest Stories
7. Humorous Feature
8. Travelogue
9. Review Feature
Structures of a Feature Story
You can describe a lady Dolefilite in many ways. She can be the lady
in casual t-shirt and slacks, white cap and rubber shoes, neatly tucked
hair and a pineapple-sweet smile. She can be the suntanned lady in
ridiculously-funny goggles, wearing three sets of blouses and pants and
in her hand, a sun- ripened pineapple fruit. She can be one whose face
is slightly brushed with rouge, wearing RTW coordinates, and a master
of the keyboard. Yes, she can be any lady employed here in Dolefil.
Woman Power in Dolefil
By Gilbert Y. Tan
Dolefil Tambuli, 3rd Quarter 1978 issue
Quotation Lead
Idioms are a colorful and delightful part of the English language.
Anglo-American author Logan Smith described idioms in a
delectable manner: “Idioms are like little sparks of life and
energy in our speech, they are like those substances called
vitamins which make our food nourishing and wholesome;
diction deprived of idioms soon becomes tasteless, dull , and
insipid”
This man has killed literally thousand. He’s about 5’2” tall, bemoustached, and has a stocky
built. He’s reportedly seen in the premises of the Paint Shop with hands bloodstained by the
wounds sustained by his latest victim. He answers to the name Cipriano “Cipring” Ruta.
But don’t panic and let your hairs stand on their ends if you meet him in person especially if he
is brandishing a knife with a very sharp blade. He may look gentle and amiable but mind you,
he’s dead serious about using that knife to stab…You? No, of course not! Who do you think he
is? Jack the Ripper?
A mad killer? Again, Of course not!
he’s simply called Cipring and He works with the Non-Pine Operations. And he wants to show
you his dexterity in slaughtering the pigs, cows, and fowls and cutting them up later.
My Father’s Smile
By Dan Chen
Climax Ending. It is the part of the story where all emotions, conflicts,
and tensions of the characters and other elements in the story set by the
introduction and sustained by the body are built up and are released.
Example:
Hafid cried uncontrollably upon seeing what Paul brought to be
Christ’s robe. It was his master’s robe. Now he knows why he become the
greatest salesman in the world-because he sold his first merchandise to he
greatest person who has ever lived on the face of Earth.
Example:
Then somebody tapped my shoulder. It was the mother the child. She was so thankful and
grateful to me. She said I was a great help to her. What she never knew was she, her baby, them
the poor- who had given me help. They brought light to my eyes which were partially blinded
by the vanities of life. They had deflated the balloon that carried me high up where only
illusions existed, thus brought me back to reality. I whispered a prayer of gratitude to God for
giving me such a wonderful experience.
Life Among the Poorest of the Poor
By Gilbert Y. Tan
MOD Magazine, November 24, 1978 issue
Question Ending. It provides thought-provoking question to the readers.
Example.
Now that Lenny Small is dead. Nobody now would dream about tending the
rabbits. There would be no one now who would dream of cheese fresh from a
cow’s milk.
There would be nobody who would ask: “What is it again George?” Why is it
that we transfer from one place to other looking for odd jobs George? Will I
tend the rabbits George?
There would be no one to…
Now that Lenny Small is dead, would George be ever happy again?
The craggy, mist-shrouded mountains erupted out of the fetid jungle like the
jagged tail of a slumbering dragon guarding the tropical paradise as if it
were Eden Itself.
Big Mountains were on the other side of the jungle.
He was tall, tall even sitting down. His long legs comfortable in expensive
wool, the trouser of a boy who had been on ships, jets; who owned a horse,
perhaps; who knew Latin- what didn’t he know?- somebody made-up like a
kid in a play with a beautiful mother and a handsome father, who took his
breakfast from sideboard, and picked, even at fourteen and fifteen and
sixteen, his mail from silver plate. He would have hobbies-stamps, stars,
things lovely dead. He wore a sport coat, brown as wood, thick as heavy
bark. The buttons were leather buds. His shoes seemed carved form horses’
saddles, gunstocks. His clothes has grown once in a nature. His eyes had
skies in them. His yellow hair swirl on his head like a crayoned sun.
BUILDING BETTER SENTENCES
2. Sense of Character