A work in progress...

Who are we?

We are a group of students in Years 5 and 6 who like to spend Wednesday afternoons writing verse and prose under the direction of Mrs Louis-Edwards. We look at different genres of writing and try our best to emulate our favourite authors, while coming up with original work. We read and write to improve our vocabulary, perfect our writing techniques and most importantly, do something that we love! As many budding writers know, our goal is to share our work with others and inspire to the best of our ability. We hope you enjoy our pieces.

And we are back!

The creative writers are back in session. You can look forward to many more wonderful pieces of writing from us.

Ode to a Backpack

By: Zayan

Ode to my backpack,

I wear you like a ring.

Ode to my backpack,

Because you hold everything.

Ode to my backpack,

Because you look really cool.

Ode to my backpack,

Because I can take you to school.

Ode to my backpack,

Because that’s not all.

You sing, you dance,

And you hold my things at the mall.

Ode to a Paintbursh

By: Nirvan

How you colour my life,

On white paper you dance,

Oh sweet stick,

With bristles soft and brown,

With paint you have the power to create,

But wait…

I made a mistake,

YOU FAILED ME!

Colour drips off the paper,

A mess everywhere,

As I look at the painting my feelings change,

I look at the paper and I see a masterpiece,

An abstract treasure,

Unique in its design,

My paintbrush helped me once again,

To create an artistic showpiece worthy of Da Vinci himself,

I am AMAZING,

Well… I guessed you helped too.

You are a paintbrush,

A creator of art,

A maestro of landscape,

Your bristles shine in the sun,

Although I wouldn’t know cause I always paint in my house.

Ode to a Cup of Tea

By: Waseela

Oh yummy, warm hearted cup of tea,

No words in my vocabulary,

Can express the huge joy you bring me.

It’s a mystery, I cannot explain.

The sweet spices and heat touching my lips

Soothes my soul and removes all of my troubles.

I hold happiness in my fingertips,

And disappear from my head to my toes,

To the great place only you can bring me,

A place where I am nothing but happy.

Oh warm hearted cup of peppermint tea,

Your existence is nothing but a gift for me.

Ode to Rocket Raccoon

By: Sophia

Oh, sweet, little, innocent raccoon,

Your battle cries are endearing,

And the way you say ‘I’m a goon!’

Leaves me blithely cheering.

The way you march into war,

With a gun slung over your shoulder,

Makes Ares and his unintelligent boar,

Suicide with an enlightened boulder.

The way your whiskers bounce with happiness,

Makes my heart lift with joy,

When I see you wearing a beautiful pink dress,

You remind me of Helen of Troy.

The way you carry your suave shades,

A bow-tie on your neck,

Behind your nape, sharp blades,

And in your hand, thousands of cheques.

Rocket, you are a holy master,

The rightful leader of The Guardians of The Galaxy is you,

I hope they crown you Supreme Commander faster,

Because a lot of people believe only in you.

Ode to Mac and Cheese

By: Heidi

Yummy, yummy,

Savoury,

Cheesy goodness.

But lots of calories!

Pasta and milk

Don’t forget the cheddar!

And when you add butter

It just makes it much better!

Mix you up with broccoli

You can’t taste the ew,

Takes away the taste,

Of plain pasta, PHEW!

As I plunge into you,

I get a deep pang of guilt,

I've made a very bad mistake,

I wish I could undo.

But don’t fret,

Salt can fix the matter,

My masterpiece isn’t destroyed yet!

Tada!

The chewy,

Cheesy goodness,

Pleases my tastebuds,

And I enjoy it to the fullest.

Raven

By: Nirvan

As Violet Elizabeth Kingsman set her eyes on the black raven circling around her, she knew something had gone wrong. It seemed as if a billion mishaps had happened from when she had first set of on her long journey. Violet was only 13 but she had always wanted to be a famous journalist. To get a taste of a journalist’s life, she decided to go on a journey with a few of her friends and write a bestselling book of her adventures. She was overjoyed when her parents gave her permission because they were going out to London and didn’t want to leave her home alone. That’s when the misery started. Since then all that had happened were terrible mistakes, as one by one a friend had disappeared. The worst time was when they were all nearly captured by Mario Martinez, a famous circus leader who wanted them to pull the circus elephant’s cart. Apparently, using horses was bad for morale. Now finally Violet, the one who had done so well at slipping away, had been caught in a cage. As the cage door creaked open, Violet reluctantly stepped out and watched in horror as the birds carried an injured body towards her, it was Charles Richard Kingsman, her brother...

RAVEN

By: Seo Yeon Lee

The clouds formed together closely blinding Isabelle to the mysterious winged creatures that were flying over her head. Isabelle was locked in a human sized metal cage wondering how she had got in there and why she was there. Was it all just a dream? All she could see were clouds and the mysterious creatures. “SKKAWW” one of the creatures screeched out loud. Isabelle covered her ears to stop the sound from scaring her but she still trembled with fear. This was definitely not a dream.

The creature was coming towards her, her heart raced. What should she do? She sighed with relief. It was a raven with a note tied to it’s leg. The bird perched on top of the cage and dropped the envelope onto the floor of the cage then flew back from the direction it came from. “No, wait! Where are you going?” she cried urgently. Isabelle felt very stupid to be talking to a bird but just then the raven came back. The bird looked stronger and it’s wings gleamed as it soared over to her. Then she realized it was a different bird and the bird she saw earlier was behind its larger friend. The two ravens landed gracefully onto the floor and started coming towards her on foot. Suddenly the air filled with black smoke forcing Isabelle to choke. When the air cleared there were two pale men dressed in a black suit, one of them was taller and carrying a staff while the other was holding a brown suitcase. Isabelle guessed the one that was taller was the one that looked stronger.

“Who are you and what do you want!” she shouted, putting on a brave face.

“Oh dear, I thought you were smart.” The taller man had a deep soothing voice. “Call me the Dark Lord. You should read that letter before they come.” He turned and started forward.

“Who are they?” asked Isabelle.

The Dark Lord turned.

“You will find out…..”

The Ravens

By: Mason

Katrina was on her daily walk - the one her mum made her do. How did she only realise now? She had been walking for 30 minutes and had only just realised that she was walking on a dry and sandy desert far from home. Katrina started to run back towards home but she didn't know where to go. Everywhere looked the same. She began to panic. Everywhere she turned was just another expanse of sand. She let out a scream of despair.

All of a sudden she heard birds flapping their feathery wings and squawking. She glanced back and decided that it was time to run for her life as the biggest bird she’d ever seen swooped toward her. It was carrying a big, metal cage which it chucked over Katrina - who was running as fast as she could. That is when she realised that she had entered a flock of ravens’ territory. She tried to get away but she could not run quick enough and the big, metal cage landed right on top of her...

The Raven Story

By: Waseela

Bam! The bulky, solid metal door of the eerie, grey cage slammed shut - the hinges whining in agony. As the black, sleek birds encircled the humid cage I was trapped in, I winced as their sly eyes were transfixed on me. How did I get here? Would I live to see one more glimpse of the dilapidated world?

It all began one Hallows’ Eve. The wind howled in the distance, while the curtains danced along to its macabre tune. It was 1:00 in the morning but I couldn’t get to sleep. I just couldn’t; I had a feeling that I was going to be challenged. You may be wondering if I am a lunatic… let me explain. I am able to see ravens. Now, you may be thinking, what on earth is this person up to, everyone can see ravens! But I am not talking about the ravens that you see swooping in the sky. No, I am talking about ravenous, evil ravens. What can I expect from them, to cuddle me, when I imprisoned their Cruel Queen.

All of a sudden, it happened. The thing that started off as the size of a button, turned and morphed into the size of a table and finally became the size of a portal, a portal into another world. A gurgling sound echoed. They had arrived. Begrudgingly, I grabbed my iron dagger and grasped my frayed bag. Oh no! “Woohoo! Woohoo!” the menacing ravens rasped. I seized my slippers and rushed into the wardrobe- where I hid silently, listening to my heart pounding loudly.

Cinderella

By: Rania 6.07

Once upon a time, in the faraway, mystical land of Fairy Ella, there was a jolly family of three: Beano, Stheno and Ella. This one family had everything you could ever think of, the latest gadgets, the newest iPhones, the latest 488 gtb Ferrari and the most up to date Bulgari jewelry. You see, Beano, Ella’s dad, was the richest man in the whole country. In fact, he spoiled the bratty little girl to the point where town people used to call the young girl, ‘My precious lady’ and other horrendous phrases that really aren’t really suitable for young children. Ella had everything, and I am certainly not exaggerating when I say everything! But what most people didn't know was that, Stheno, Ella’s mom, was terribly sick. The poor woman was dying of a terrible illness; however, Ella did not know about her mother. Stheno didn’t want her daughter to be worried about her. But, to be absolutely real, Ella probably wouldn't care a jot about her poor, sickly mother…

As the weeks passed, Ella’s mother got sicker. She could barely get out of bed on her own. Ella had realised that her mother was poorly but, as I predicted, Ella didn’t care a single bit. She just made her ill mother even more stressed by asking her to get her the new iPhone XS which, as Ella said, every Youtuber had and she wanted to be like them. Stheno just replied, saying, “Yes dear, your father will get it for you when he goes to America for his business trip.” Ella jumped up and down, extremely excited to get the new iPhone, but shortly asked her mom again for something else, not caring at all about her mother’s increasing fatigue.

A few miserable days later, Stheno called Ella in her room and spoke her last words: “Ella darling, remember to always be a good girl.” Ella raised a concerning eyebrow, “But mommy, aren't I always a good girl?” When her mother didn’t reply immediately, Ella started to get agitated. “Mommy. Don’t ignore me. I’m always a darling little girl!” Ella cried, shaking her mother alarmingly. As she said that, Beano emerged from the kitchen. He immediately went over to Stheno, and started shaking her all at once, he simply couldn't face the reality that his beautiful, precious, wife was gone, forever. Nothing would ever bring her back, he thought, tears dripping from his pale, worried, face. “Daddy, what’s wrong!” Ella exclaimed, confused why her mother was not speaking and why her father was crying ,“Your mother’s gone, darling, gone to heaven.” Beano sobbed. Ella just simply shrugged, thinking everything would be alright, just like before…

I’m afraid everything was not the same after Stheno had gone. Beano, who missed his wife awfully married another woman, who had two innocent daughters. Ella was still the queen of the house, leaving her chores to her stepsisters. Beano had only married into this family to stop thinking about Stheno, who was glued to his mind all the time.

As Ella’s stepsisters trotted off to buy food for dinner, something caught one of the stepsisters eyes. It was an invite, for the whole town to attend the royal family’s ball. She ripped the poster off the board and danced around in excitement. Oh, how lovely it would be, to be part of the royal family, with the handsome prince as her fiance, everything would be just perfect! “What are you giggling on about?” asked her sister, who had already got the ingredients for dinner. Shortly after, she noticed the poster and gasped in excitement. Despite all their excitement, the question that stuck with the sisters all the way home was, will Ms. Ella let us go? I’m afraid the answer to this would of course be a resounding “No.” Ella did not let the poor sisters go to the royal ball. She was too young to go herself, and she didn’t let her stepsisters go either. Her stepsisters were absolutely devastated. How could a ten year old child boss twenty year old women around?

As the stepsisters did their daily chores, they heard a loud voice exclaiming outside, “I have found my beloved. My one, true love. She left all of a sudden, but left her attractive,sparkly shoe. I will be coming to everyone's doorstep in order to find who my awaited girl is.” The stepsisters dropped what they were doing and shared excited glances. “What if my foot fit in the shoe?” They both thought with great enthusiasm. It was very unlikely, but why not give it a chance. After all, a slight change of becoming a princess was still a chance. Even better, Ella was at school, and would be home shortly. They both put on their best gowns, the little makeup they had and plaited their hair. They both looked stunning. Shortly after, they heard a knock on their door and the sisters rushed to open it. Standing outside was the prince, looking handsome as ever. He sighed, “Please bring your foot forward.” He placed the heel on the oldest sister’s foot and it was a bit loose, as he tried it on the other twin’s foot (Bella), he noticed it was a fit! The prince had found his princess!

He looked up at the twin, took out the most dazzling ring out of his pocket, and asked her, “Will you marry me?”

And they lived happily ever after. Ella was left to fend for herself while Bella and her twin lived in the palace. But there was something else that would plague Bella for years. She had a secret - she was not meant to be the prince’s wife. She was so worried that he would find out and one day...

Twisted Snow White

By: Waseela 6.05

CHAPTER 1

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” Snow White sang. Then she turned to her mother and shouted, “You old weasel, where’s my cup of tea?”

“Darling, please give me a minute.” her stepmother complained. The snobby, stuck up Snow White, let down her flowy, long hair like molten gold. “I know I’m beautiful, you don’t have tell me!” she crooned to the mirror that hung on her wall. Her stepmother sighed. She wished every day that she had a kind, respectful daughter but nothing ever changed. In fact, her stepdaughter just got worse as the tiresome days went by.

CHAPTER 2

A few nights later, the old queen heard Snow White, once again, screech, “Step-mother, bring me the evening post, this instant!” The queen silently groaned in her head. Another day of obeying the princess. She dragged her feet to the door and collected the post reluctantly and handed it to her stepdaughter. “What! The Prince has invited me to the castle to discuss our wedding thingies!”

“Arrangements you mean, dear.” her step-mother muttered.

“Arrangements. Whatever! The prince wants me to be his queen! SQUEEEE!” Snow White practically fell over herself dancing around in joy. “And what are you looking at?” she screamed at her servants, who were snickering in the corner.

CHAPTER 3

The following day, Snow White dressed in her most exquisite dress wore her most valuable tiara and headed off in her glittering carriage to her beloved, or may I say, future beloved, husband. Once she had arrived, she was welcomed into the grand castle with open arms. Diamond, glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling with pride. Silk drawstrings held back the delicate curtains, encrusted with glittering sapphires. Intricate designs were embroidered into the tapestries and shimmering stones were carved into the tables which held glass vases full of sweet-smelling flowers. Snow White was gobsmacked.

CHAPTER 4

“What on earth are you doing in my castle?” the prince shrieked loudly…

“So, Mrs Edwards, what happened to Snow White? Did she get kicked out from the castle?” one child questioned, curiously.

“In reality, the story isn’t finished yet. In our minds we can imagine whatever we want, our imagination can be as big as we want if we think deeply,” Mrs Edwards replied, “Our imagination is endless and it can go on for forever.”

The Three Little Pigs

By: Nirvan 6.04

CHAPTER 1

Once upon a time, deep inside the woods, there lived three little pigs. Each one lived in a different house, Thomas (the youngest) lived in a house of straw, James lived in a house of sticks and Graham (the oldest) lived in a house of bricks. One sunny afternoon, someone knocked on Thomas’ door. He peeked through the window, and that’s when he saw it! It was a gigantic wolf with claws the size of daggers and teeth as sharp as knives, and it was standing right in front of him…

CHAPTER 2

“Hello?” called the wolf, “Is anyone home?”

“Don’t take a step closer!” squeaked Thomas at the top of his voice.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” reassured the wolf, “All I need is food.”

“Aaaaaaaargh” screamed Thomas. He threw every single vegetable out of his door praying that the wolf would eat them and not him. I can’t even try to explain how surprised Thomas was to see the wolf gobble down the vegetables joyfully. He had just discovered a tame wolf! He needed to tell the others.

CHAPTER 3

In barely a minute, since they live next door to each other, Thomas had told both James and Graham. They all stood, crowded around the vegetarian wolf. Now that the wolf had finished eating, Graham gathered up the courage to make a deal with him. “So, Mr. Wolf, please can we make a deal?” asked Graham.

“Oh, sure!” exclaimed Mr. Wolf enthusiastically.

“Good! So we will give you food on a daily basis if you help us.” offered Graham.

“Right!” cried the wolf, excitement building inside him. He couldn’t wait for the next day, he hadn’t had a filling meal on a daily basis for almost 2 years.

CHAPTER 4

The next day the three brothers woke up at 8:05 in the morning to see Mr. Wolf right in front of the houses, his eyes glowing with happiness. They tossed him 3 turnips each and watched him gobble them down before confronting him with evil smirks. “Now it’s time for you to listen to us,” commanded Graham. “Bend down.” Mr. Wolf bent down and felt the three pigs climb onto him. They told him to take them into town and once they were there, they boasted to all the other pigs that they owned a wolf and that they were the greatest piggies ever to exist! Then they went back home and made poor, tired Mr. Wolf do all their chores as they sat down and watched the television. They never did any work, Mr. Wolf did it for them, and soon they became fatter and fatter. When they rode Mr. Wolf into town, the poor creature suffered badly. It was like their very own piggy mafia! Mr. Wolf was always very tired but he never complained because they gave him food and had saved him from a lifetime of eating out of dumpsters or dying of starvation.

CHAPTER 5

Mr. Wolf finally realised what was happening. As the days went by, he was getting fed less and less and he was doing more and more work. One Friday afternoon, he’d finally had enough. It was the last straw! He hadn’t been fed at all today and he was so thin you could make out where his bones were! Mr. Wolf marched up to their houses and angrily banged on their doors. “This is the last straw. Give me food or else I’m leaving!” bellowed Mr. Wolf.

“You don’t have to make that decision, for talking to us like that we’re kicking you out.” Graham shouted back. Poor Mr. Wolf wasn’t sure what to do. All of a sudden he had a wicked idea. He hesitated at first but then he carried it out. No-one but Mr. Wolf himself knew what he did with them, but ever since then the pigs were never heard of again.

CHAPTER 6

By now you must be wondering how I know all this, let me give you some clues. I have huge pointy ears, thick grey fur, claws the size of daggers and teeth as sharp as knives. Can you guess? Yes that’s right, I’m the wolf, and do you want to know what I did with the pigs… I’m not telling!

Do not Cook Cookies on a Friday!

By: Mason 5.04

Once upon a time there lived a kind, beautiful mum called Sandra. Sandra had a daughter called Red Riding Hood. One bright and sunny Friday, Sandra and Red were baking cookies for Red Riding Hood’s grandma.

The scent of the delicious cookies flooded the house. But, what mum didn't know was that a hungry, grey wolf was watching, waiting and listening to her every move. Soon, he started to climb the short, pointy roof of the white cottage. Using his sharp, dagger like claws he found a way down the dusty, grey chimney. As quietly as he could, the wolf lurked into the old, clean kitchen.

When the wolf found his way into the pristine kitchen he knew he was going to mess this place right up. Then, he saw two people to go in to his bubbling, rumbling tummy. So he slowly tiptoed to the two who were baking the tasty cookies. He grabbed Red by the shoulder tightly and chucked her onto the hard tiled floor, then he ate her up in one gulp. Sandra leapt onto the wolf and tried to pull him off but he just ate her too. As soon as he finished eating the two the wolf heard the oven go PING! He swiftly opened the oven door and grabbed the freshly baked cookies. He started to stuff his face with all the chocolate chip cookies that Red and Sandra had worked so hard to make before their untimely demise.

Suddenly, the wolf heard the door bang open! He looked towards the front door but it wasn’t there anymore. Instead, he saw a little old lady with her hands on her hips… “I’ll have you for dessert” he said as he carried on eating the chocolate chip cookies. Again, he heard the door bang! He looked again and the little, old lady wasn't there anymore! The old lady had sneakily climbed on top of the sharp, pointy roof of the white cottage. Then the wolf heard the creak of a door behind him...so he turned around and saw the little old lady in a ninja suit standing in front of him with a pair of sharp ninja stars. Before he knew it, the old lady threw the ninja stars right at him. After that, she used a knife and cut open the wolf's belly and rescued Red and Sandra.

“GRANDMA! You never told me you were a ninja” exclaimed Red, climbing out of the wolf's belly. Mum just smirked at Grandma and Grandma smirked back!

The End

The Little Red Riding Wolf

By: Zayan 6.08

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, there lived a small red riding wolf called Wolfy. He loved going through the woods to see his grandma, but his mother said not to go through the shortcut. She heard there was an evil girl who ate wolves. Everyone in Wolf-Ville was scared of her. “Now remember Wolfy, don’t use the shortcut.” said Mother Wolfette.

“Don’t worry mother. I have my pistol to shoot any beast in my way.” reassured Little Wolfy. Little Wolfy had been given a gun by his father on Wolfmas last year. Now you may be wondering why such a little person would have a gun. This story is not what you think it is. Turn away before you regret it…

Chapter 2

Little Wolfy was on his way to Deary Grandma Wolf’s house. This world was not what you would usually expect. This story does not have a happy ending. After a few minutes, Little Wolfy came to a fork in the road. The long way and the short way. It was already getting dark and Grandma really needed those bullets for her gun. Little Wolfy didn’t want to keep travelling after dark.“I will take my chances!” said the overconfident young pup. But little did he know he would regret this for the rest of his life. Well at least what’s left of it...

Chapter 3

Now, we are coming near the end of this tale. I hope you have turned back. Back to the story. Rustling was heard from every direction. This wasn’t a good sign in these parts. Wolfy was a bit off his confidence, but serves him right for choosing this dangerous path. Now we are at the end of the story and Wolfy’s life. You might be thinking, why? But trust me, you’ll find out sooner or later. “I am safe. I am safe.” thought Wolfy fearfully.

“Hey you!” shouted a plump girl who looked hungry. Yes, you guessed it. Big Hunting Hood herself.

BYE

BYE

LITTLE WOLFY…..

CinderElla...with a little twist

By: Seo Yeon 5.01

Once upon time in a far away land there was a girl named Ella. Her mum had passed away and her father had married an old woman who was actually kind. But unfortunately for Ella, she was always a wicked witch to her. Ella’s stepmother had two daughters, Emma and Liz. They were always kind to each other but nasty to Ella. During the day, they would put mean notes under her bed and kick her under the table while she was eating dinner.

One morning Ella was jerked awake in her bedroom, which was tucked away in the attic of the family mansion. She looked out her dormer window to see large and rather loud carriages outside.The breakfast bell let out a loud BANG followed by the echoes of the sound. She sighed and climbed out of bed. She went downstairs and was just about to eat her pancake when again she was interrupted by the bell. Her step mother answered the door and everyone gasped.

“Hello ma’am you are all invited to the royal ball. And, ah, there it is, your invitations!” exclaimed the King’s messenger.

“Did you just say the royal ball?!” asked Ella’s stepmother and off she went to chose her outfit for the ball. Ella was not looking forward to the ball. It was all just so ridiculous but off she went to chose her dress anyway.

It was eight o'clock and there was only one hour until the ball was to start, but Ella really wanted to eat a chocolate bar. It was stashed under her bed along with several other really unhealthy candies that she hid from her step-sisters. She tried to think which was better, chocolate or the ball. Eventually she chose to not go to the ball and eat the chocolate instead. But, she’d need an excuse not to go to the ball so she ripped her grown into shreds and told her mother that her cat had bit it and decided that the dress was an excellent tissue. When everyone had left, the empty mansion was too depressing to bear. She changed her mind and off she rushed to the ball, still clad in her pajamas.

“My goodness w who…?” stammered the Queen. She had a fake British accent, which was so bad since it was obviously fake. At that moment Ella realized that she was in her pajamas.

“Uh um um…..,” Ella started to get very nervous. She could feel her face burning hot. “Guards take this nasty jama woman to prison this instant!” yelled the Queen.

“No..t this is a mistake,” Ella stammered.The poor girl got taken away to the royal prison, which was actually in a place where nobody knows, and was never seen from again.

Cinderella

By: Sophia 6.08

CHAPTER ONE

The sound of a baby's wailing shattered the warm afternoon. The king in his rich, blue, silken robes leaned over to take a look at the newborn baby. His dark hair fell about him, and his handsome face broke into a smile. His strong arms handled the baby with surprising gentleness. Raising the baby in the air, he announced to his peers, “The future ruler is born! My heir is born! The successor to this kingdom has been born into this world! Her name will be Cinderella, and this kingdom shall be called…” he paused, glancing at the baby who was in the air. She was throwing her pudgy hands around but was strangely silent.

“This kingdom shall be re-named Cinderellian, in honour of my daughter!” the king declared.

The birth of Cinderella was soon followed by her baby brother. Her parents named him Chyl.

With her family around and surrounded by an enormous amount of wealth and prosperity, the life of the greatest princess began. Her story unravelled like the threads that create a tapestry. Life was filled with glittering snow piling up on a majestic palace, tea parties containing scones with butter dripping down them, apple pies, tea and much more. Then the day dawned when Cinderella had to learn how to fight. As ruler she would have to lead the country into war, therefore, she must learn to fight. She spent years toiling hard and fighting at the best fighting arena in the world: the Colosseum.

CHAPTER TWO

Cinderella had just finished her fighting in the arena, when a familiar Cinderellian face caught her eye. He signalled her and Cinderella nodded. After fighting her opponent, Cinderella walked towards the man. ‘Greetings, Your Highness, there is much to discuss! But first, your brother Chyl has usurped the throne! He has thrown your parents into the dungeons and your father is terribly sick!’ Cinderella was shocked. She thanked him for letting her know, but inside she was bubbling with anger. She had two options: attack Chyl with her army and cause bloodshed and carnage, or she could turn to stratagem. Cinderella chose stratagem. She didn’t like spilling blood for a good reason, and anyway, it was like fighting her own kingdom. Slowly, Cinderella started to form a plan in her head…

CHAPTER THREE

Walking towards the edge of the kingdom she had loved from birth, Cinderella slipped into her man’s attire. Hobbling through the kingdom, dressed as a beggar, she noticed many people crowding huge signs. Cinderella didn’t bother with that. She needed to find her Godmother. Turning left, Cinderella bumped into an elderly woman. A bonnet was tightly stretched over her round jolly face. Her basket fell off her arm and the woman frowned. ‘Apologies madam, if you wouldn’t mind,’ Cinderella lowered her voice. ‘Can you tell me where Lucinda is?’

‘I am Lucinda!’ announced the woman indignantly. Cinderella beamed and told her everything that happened to her. ‘Godmother, only you can help me.’ Cinderella pleaded, and put forward her plan. Her Godmother’s face was grave. ‘Follow me.’ Her Godmother told her. Leading her into a dark alleyway, her Godmother handed Cinderella a big pumpkin, a cage of white mice (and a rat), a beautiful blue dress and glass slippers. ‘You will need this when the time is right.’ the Godmother whispered, ‘Say the word Seolous and everything shall assemble.’ Soon, Cinderella was pushed towards a house, her male attire off. ‘What is this?’ she asked her Godmother.

‘Act like you want to be a maid. Soon, all will be revealed.’ her Godmother advised. In a flash she had disappeared. Cinderella rapped her hand on the door. 1, 2, 3. The door swung open. ‘Yes?’

CHAPTER FOUR

Cinderella was at once employed. Her life as a maid began. First she had to scrub the floors, polish the windows and dust the priceless antiques. Then, she had to do many tiresome chores. Cinderella only endured it because the family she was working for lived close to the castle and were courtiers. It was a noble family and any party Chyl threw, the nobles were sure to be invited.

Cinderella worked hard, tolerated the insults the two mean daughters hurled at her, and started forming the structure of the plan. Soon, Cinderella had finished the pln in her head- all she needed now was the time to strike. As if by magic, the time came sooner than she’d thought. One day a knock on the door was followed by several loud shrieks. Cinderella quickly found out that Chyl as holding a ball for all the nobles, queens and princesses. ‘Oh, imagine if I was the prince’s wife!’ one of the daughters screamed. So Chyl wants to marry a noble or a princess...Cinderella thought. Her mind wandered over the presents her Godmother had given her. She knew what to do.

On the night of the ball, when the family she worked for had gone to the ball, Cinderella spread out the things her Godmother had given her on the pavement. ‘Seolous.’ Cinderella uttered. Suddenly, the pumpkin turned into a beautiful carriage, the rat turned into a coachman, the mice into regal white horses and the blue dress was at once on her, the glass slippers on her feet. The coachman ordered the hoses and drove the carriage to the palace.

CHAPTER FOUR

Cinderella was easily the most beautiful person at the ball. The room was silent when she entered. Chyl jumped out of the throne when he saw her. He recognised her but wasn’t sure if it really was his sister. Cinderella glided over to him and asked for an audience in the garden. When they got to the garden, Cinderella introduced herself as his sister. She told him she was not at all happy with the way he had treated his parents, and she demanded the right to be the rightful heir to the throne. Chyl tried to fight her using some fancy ninja techniques, but Cinderella was too fast. She tackled him to the ground, tore strips from her hem and tied him up. Cinderella dragged him to the palace and declared herself as the queen of Cinderellian. When she was done with declaring herself, she threw Chyl into one of the dungeons and released her parents. They lived happily ever after. The End.

Poetry

For the last few meetings, we have looked poetry. The students have delved into Shakespearean sonnets, read Burns and Poe and even took a look at Kipling. After all that, they tried their hands at turning prose into verse.

Reading by Waseela

Books should be destroyed,

And completely just ignored,

They are the one thing I’d avoid,

They should never be explored.

Why should anyone bother wasting time,

To even publish one,

It’ll just get covered in grime,

Or it will probably never get done,

Books are incredibly boring,

They always drone on,

They always leave you snoring,

With your mouth hanging open to yawn.

And yet, the soothing sound of turning pages,

And the scent of the leather bindings will ensure for ages.

My Grandma by Sophia

My grandma is no frail grandma,

She’s one tough old lady,

She wrestled an ox as I looked on in awe,

I can’t believe she’s eighty!

That ox she wrestled with,

It fainted,

After hitting its head hard on the granny-smith,

I’m sure the meat was donated.

Her face is a wrinkled apple,

Her nose a tiny, twisted button,

Her hair the spiky skin of a pineapple,

Her eyes wise and molten.

Perched on her head is a torn bowler hat,

On her feet gold bands,

She wears a long earring made from a torn mat,

And an old glittery bangle encircles her hands .

So, you see,

My grandma is no frail, old grandma,

I advise you to invite her over for tea,

She’s a great storyteller,

You’ll see!

Santa! by Seoyeon

His sleigh is up so high,

Shining brightly in the night sky,

His beard is snowy white,

His gifts are so bright,

Through the chimney he goes,

To a place he knows,

Cookies and milk is what he eats,

While looking at the empty streets,

Presents he shares,

About children he cares,

When his work is done,

It’s time to celebrate the fun.