Writing An Article

An example of how to structure and write an effective article

Structure

The structure of an article for a newspaper, magazine or website, is usually in three

parts:
 introduction – engaging the reader, or outlining the main point of the article to
follow
 middle – making clear and interesting points about the topic
 end – a concluding paragraph that draws the points together
If the aim of an article is to persuade the reader, then the opening and closing
paragraph will outline the writer’s viewpoint and make it most
memorable. Subheadings are sometimes used to signpost the content of each.

Language

The language of an article depends upon the purpose and audience; usually, the
vocabulary of the article will fit the topic content, and who it is targeted at. For
example, you would expect an article about a recent film release to include the
vocabulary of actors, scripts and performance.
A catchy, memorable headline is essential to grab your readers’ attention and entice
them to read the whole article.
Articles are usually written in Standard English, but colloquial sayings or phrases
might be used to emphasise a point. Persuasive devices, such as rule of
three, rhetorical questions and alliteration can be used to encourage the reader to
agree with your point of view.

Example

Here’s an extract from an article that tries to persuade the reader to eat a more
balanced, healthy diet:

Eat Right: Live Longer

It has been scientifically proven that the less junk food a person consumes, the
longer they are likely to live. So why isn’t everyone dumping the junk? Jordan
McIntyre investigates.

Fast food equals fat

A staple part of twenty-first century British home-life is the weekly takeaway treat:
finger-licking burgers, sticky ribs and crispy chicken wings are, for many, the normal

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January the fifth

Part 1
Peter Morton woke with a start to face the first light. Rain tapped against the glass. It
was January the fifth.
He looked across a table on which a night-light had guttered into a pool of water, at
the other bed. Francis Morton was still asleep, and Peter lay down again with his eyes
on his brother. It amused him to imagine it was himself whom he watched, the same
hair, the same eyes, the same lips and line of cheek. But the thought palled, and the
mind went back to the fact which lent the day importance. It was the fifth of January.
He could hardly believe a year had passed since Mrs Henne-Falcon had given her last
children’s party.
Francis turned suddenly upon his back and threw an arm across his face, blocking his
mouth. Peter’s heart began to beat fast, not with pleasure now but with uneasiness.
He sat up and called across the table, ‘Wake up.’ Francis’s shoulders shook and he
waved a clenched fist in the air, but his eyes remained closed. To Peter Morton the
whole room seemed to darken and he had the impression of a great bird swooping.
He cried again, ‘Wake up,’ and once more there was silver light and the touch of rain
on the windows.
Francis rubbed his eyes. ‘Did you call out?’ he asked.
‘You are having a bad dream,’ Peter said. Already experience had taught him how far
their minds reflected each other. But he was the elder, by a matter of minutes, and
that brief extra interval of light, while his brother still struggled in pain and darkness,
had given him self-reliance and an instinct of protection towards the other who was
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‘I dreamed that I was dead,’ Francis said.
‘What was it like?’ Peter asked.
‘I can’t remember,’ Francis said.
‘You dreamed of a big bird.’
‘Did I?’
The two lay silent in bed facing each other, the same green eyes, the same nose tilting
at the tip, the same firm lips, and the same premature modelling of the chin. The fifth
of January, Peter thought again, his mind drifting idly from the image of cakes to the
prizes which might be won. Egg-and-spoon races, spearing apples in basins of water,
blind man’s buff.
‘I don’t want to go,’ Francis said suddenly. ‘I suppose Joyce will be there … Mabel
Warren.’ Hateful to him, the thought of a party shared with those two. They were
older than he. Joyce was eleven and Mabel Warren thirteen. The long pigtails swung

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superciliously to a masculine stride. Their sex humiliated him, as they watched him
fumble with his egg, from under lowered scornful lids. And last year … he turned his
face away from Peter, his cheeks scarlet.
‘What’s the matter?’ Peter asked.
‘Oh, nothing. I don’t think I’m well. I’ve got a cold. I oughtn’t to go to the party.’
Peter was puzzled. ‘But Francis, is it a bad cold?’
‘It will be a bad cold if I go to the party. Perhaps I shall die.’
‘Then you mustn’t go,’ Peter said, prepared to solve all difficulties with one
plain sentence, and Francis let his nerves relax, ready to leave everything to Peter. But
though he was grateful he did not turn his face towards his brother. His cheeks still
bore the badge of a shameful memory, of the game of hide and seek last year in the
darkened house, and of how he had screamed when Mabel Warren put her hand
suddenly upon his arm. He had not heard her coming. Girls were like that. Their
shoes never squeaked. No boards whined under the tread. They slunk like cats on
padded claws.
When the nurse came in with hot water Francis lay tranquil leaving everything to
Peter. Peter said, ‘Nurse, Francis has got a cold.’
The tall starched woman laid the towels across the cans and said, without turning,
‘The washing won’t be back till tomorrow. You must lend him some of your
handkerchiefs.’
‘But, Nurse,’ Peter asked, ‘hadn’t he better stay in bed?’
‘We’ll take him for a good walk this morning,’ the nurse said. ‘Wind’ll blow
away the germs. Get up now, both of you,’ and she closed the door behind her.
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‘I’m sorry,’ Peter said. ‘Why don’t you just stay in bed? I’ll tell mother you felt
too ill to get up.’ But rebellion against destiny was not in Francis’s power. If he stayed
in bed they would come up and tap his chest and put a thermometer in his mouth
and look at his tongue, and they would discover he was malingering. It was true
he felt ill, a sick empty sensation in his stomach and a rapidly beating heart, but he
knew the cause was only fear, fear of the party, fear of being made to hide by himself
in the dark, uncompanioned by Peter and with no night-light to make a blessed
breach.
From ‘The End of the Party’ by Graham Greene, (first published 1929).

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the touch of rain

They slunk like cats on padded claws.

6 a What are the recurring images in the text?

b What is their combined effect?

7 Write a complex sentence to explain the situation so far in the short story.

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8 a Say what you think is likely to happen in the story.

b Give your reasons by referring to evidence in the text.

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