Marshside Writing Club Issue One
Reimagining Fairy Tales
Contents Cover artwork by Danielle 3
Letter from the Editor ~ Mrs Bray
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Rapunzel ~ by Danielle
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The Three Little Pigs ~ by Jess
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Hansel and Gretel ~ by Stephanie
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Cinderella ~ by Isabella
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Little Red Riding Blood ~ by Stephanie
11 The small man who cried pigeon ~ by Isaac 12 The Princess and the footy ~ by Jess 13 Beauty and the Beast ~ by Alyssa
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Letter from the Editor I have always loved stories and reading. Many years ago when I was
and humour to depict original plot twists and alternative endings to
a pupil at Marshside School I used to write stories. I copied Enid
familiar tales. Many of the stories are a little gruesome but then
Blyton’s writing style and described the improbable adventures of
fairy tales often are.
myself and various friends. Occasionally I presented these
Some of the children, particularly the older girls, are writing
unpunctuated reams to teachers who duly read them and passed
much longer stories which do not feature in this issue. However,
kind comments. It was while reminiscing about these adventure
every member of Writing Club has contributed at least one story to
stories that I realised how much I would have liked to attend a
the magazine and many have been involved in the creation of the
writing club and before I knew what had got into me, I found myself
original illustrations that accompany their stories.
offering to organise one.
I’d like to say well done to all of the children and I look
Writing Club has been running for four weeks. This is our
forward to lots more stories and fun after the summer break.
first publication. Due to time constraints, and for the sheer fun of it, we have looked at fairy tales. The children have used imagination
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Mrs Bray.
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Rapunzel ~ by Danielle Once upon a time there lived a young girl named Rapunzel. Rapunzel had been locked in a tower all her life, never to be let down. She had very long hair, but instead of the hair being “hair” it was spaghetti! One day Rapunzel was looking out of the tower when a big fat man came along. ‘I’m your Prince,’ said the man untruthfully. ‘Then come and rescue me,’ said Rapunzel. But instead of rescuing her he sprinkled cheese on her spaghetti hair and ate it all up. ‘Are you a food critic?’ Rapunzel said. ‘She’s on to me,’ he said and ran away.
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The Three Little Pigs ~ by Jess Once upon a time there lived three little pigs. One pig built a house from straw. The wolf came but he had hay fever so he ran away. The second pig built his house from twigs. The wolf came, but when he was little he’d had a splinter, so he ran away from that too. The third pig built a brick house. When the wolf came to the brick house the brick dust made him do a
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Hansel and Gretel ~ by Stephanie Once upon a time Hansel and Gretel were sent into the forest by their Dad and their Mum and they got lost. Hansel and Gretel were wondering through the forest when Gretel bumped into a long stalk. ‘Hey Hansel, look at this.’ ‘What?’ Gretel asked curiously. ‘A...mushroom!’ Hansel said in disbelief. Gretel walked around the mushroom to find a doorknob. She pulled on it and a witch appeared. Hansel and Gretel ran to the river and tried to jump over it. They couldn’t and the witch drowned them. Issue One
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Cinderella ~ by Isabella
Then Chloe came up and started ripping up Cinderella’s dress. Cinderella ran out of the house as she couldn’t go to the
There once was a beautiful girl named Cinderella who lived
ball. ‘You will go to the ball my dear, with a flick of my wand.
with her step-mum, her 2 ugly sisters and all the cute animals. Her favourite was an old horse named Bruno. One day the
You will get me a pumpkin and a mouse.’ Cinderella stared at the fairy who had just spoken to
Prince invited all the ladies in town to a ball. Chloe and Daphne, the ugly sisters, were squealing with delight.
her. ‘I’m your fairy godmother, Fiona. Now go and fetch the
‘Can I go to the ball too?’ Cinderella asked. ‘If you get all your chores done, yes,’ Molly the step-
pumpkin and the mouse.’ Cinderella ran around the garden grabbing the pumpkin
mum replied. Cinderella got all her chores done. ‘I’d better get my dress ready,’ she said. Then she thought, ‘I don’t really want
and one black mouse. The pumpkin turned into a carriage and the mouse turned into a beautiful appaloosa.
to go to the ball. I would like to have another horse for me and Bruno can have a friend who is the same type of horse.’ Issue One
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‘Fairy godmother, I don’t want to go to the ball, but I want to keep the horse please,’ Cinderella asked in her sweetest voice. ‘I want to be a famous show jumper.’ ‘All right, keep the horse. Her name is Magic Feather. Look after her well, she was my best friend,’ Fiona said in a sad voice. Cinderella jumped onto Magic Feather and galloped back to the farm. ‘Bruno, I’ve got a friend for you. Her name is Magic Feather and she will help me win competitions.’ ~ 10 years later and Cinderella has won many different competitions on Magic Feather, all 1st places. Cinderella and Magic live happily ever after.
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Little Red Riding Blood ~ by Stephanie I was wondering through the forest blending into the shadows when I saw a little girl dressed in a scarlet cloak
‘She’ll be here in a minute,’ Grandma said. ‘She’s much stronger than you! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!’
with a little hood. She spun around, looking around trying to see where I was. I shot off in the direction that she was
‘Shhh! Sheesh, what is your granddaughter, a vampire?’ I asked sarcastically.
headed – north.
The door opened behind me.
I was hurrying to her Grandma’s house even though I was surely faster than her. I let myself into her poor old Grandma’s house. I couldn’t see a thing. I struggled to
‘Maybe, maybe not,’ said the little girl dressed in the red cloak standing in the doorway. ‘Do you believe in fairy tales? Well you must because you are a talking wolf.’
find the light. When I did, I saw Grandma, lying on her bed.
Red riding blood glided across the floor to me, faster than any human. ‘Yes...yes, I do believe.’
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I was backing toward the door now. She grinned and then touched the edge of her teeth, two fangs appeared. She disappeared. Then there was something heavy on my back and a tearing at my neck. Great, I thought.
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The small man who cried pigeon ~ by Isaac there was no pigeon and the men were so fired up that Once upon a time there was a land called Fantasia. The
they killed Matthew instead.
people there were all afraid of the dreaded pigeons, especially one called Evil Alvin. He was the leader of the underworld of pigeons in their land which was called Smellymania. The brave Matthew Upson stepped forward to guard Fantasia from the dreaded pigeons that ate the small men who lived there. One night Matthew Upson was bored while he was guarding, so he shouted, ‘pigeon.’ The small men of the town ran to the field with their pitch forks and chainsaws but when they got there, Issue One
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The Princess and the Footy ~ by Jess In the morning the Princess felt the ball. The Th Prince Once upon a time there was a Prince who was a real
was spying on her. He e saw her kiss the ball and he had
Liverpool FC supporter. Out of the millions of girls he had
found a perfect match.
been out with, none of them were real Liverpool supporters. They hey were pretending to be Liverpool supporters to impress him. One really hot day a Princess came into the Prince’s castle because she was sunburnt. She was a real Liverpool Supporter. When it was night the Prince put a signed Liverpool ball at the bottom of her bed.
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Beauty and the Beast ~ by Alyssa John stood watching the half-human, half-wolf figure loom over
‘What?’ John asked, feeling a wave of fear so sickening he forgot to stutter. Not Belle...Please not Belle... ‘You must give me the first living thing you see on your way
him, turning as he stalked around him in a circle. He couldn’t take his eyes off the huge, hairy creature. Fangs burst from his upper lip
home,’ the beast announced. John had no clue how to react to this news. Good or bad? He could pick up a flower or...
as his brown mouth expanded into a frightening smile.
‘Leave now,’ the beast commanded powerfully, waving to
‘Why are you here?’ the beast snarled. ‘I-I-I travel...’ John stuttered, blind with fear. What was this
the huge iron gate. ‘Goodbye.’ The second John was outside his grounds, the beast
thing? ‘I-I-I didn’t mean to in-in-intrude, or-or-or...’ The beast laughed a loud, rumbling noise that almost shook
slammed the gate forcefully and stamped off into the dark night. When John looked around, he saw nothing but darkness.
the ground with its volume. ‘Didn’t mean to intrude?’ he bellowed. John nodded frantically, silently pleading for mercy. ‘Very well,
Although he was certain he was surrounded by grasses teaming with life, he couldn’t see them. The beast wouldn’t be bothered
leave.’ John’s sigh of relief was highly audible.
with them, only something he’d seen. So he strained to see
‘On one condition.’
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something. Peering into the distance, John was certain he could see
‘He’s not authorised.’
a light, a lantern. No.
‘Not authorised?’
‘Belle!’ he screamed. But it was as too late. In the distance the
‘Exactly.’ Belle grinned before skipping skippin off into the sunset.
beast roared. ~ Belle cowered in fear as the Beast loomed over her, hairy face contorted into an ugly grimace. ‘Your father promised me,’ he glowered, angry at being defied by a weak human being no less. An idea came into Belle’s mind and she sat up. ‘Who is my father to dictate my life?’ she demanded. The beast blinked. ‘I make my own choices,’ Belle said. ‘But he’s your father.’ ‘And?’
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