marshside writing club issue one

Marshside Writing Club

Issue One

Reimagining Fairy Tales

Issue One Marshside Writing Club

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Cover Cover Cover Cover artwork by Danielleartwork by Danielleartwork by Danielleartwork by Danielle

3333 Letter from the Editor ~ Mrs BrayLetter from the Editor ~ Mrs BrayLetter from the Editor ~ Mrs BrayLetter from the Editor ~ Mrs Bray

4444 Rapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ by Danielle

5555 The Three Little Pigs ~ by JessThe Three Little Pigs ~ by JessThe Three Little Pigs ~ by JessThe Three Little Pigs ~ by Jess

6666 Hansel and Gretel ~ by StephanieHansel and Gretel ~ by StephanieHansel and Gretel ~ by StephanieHansel and Gretel ~ by Stephanie

7777 Cinderella ~Cinderella ~Cinderella ~Cinderella ~ by Isabellaby Isabellaby Isabellaby Isabella

9999 LittleLittleLittleLittle Red Riding Blood ~ by StephanieRed Riding Blood ~ by StephanieRed Riding Blood ~ by StephanieRed Riding Blood ~ by Stephanie

11111111 The small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by Isaac

12121212 The Princess and the footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the footy ~ by Jess

13131313 Beauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by Alyssa


Letter from the EditorLetter from the EditorLetter from the EditorLetter from the Editor

I have always loved stories and reading. Many years ago when I was

a pupil at Marshside School I used to write stories. I copied Enid

Blyton’s writing style and described the improbable adventures of

myself and various friends. Occasionally I presented these

unpunctuated reams to teachers who duly read them and passed

kind comments. It was while reminiscing about these adventure

stories that I realised how much I would have liked to attend a

writing club and before I knew what had got into me, I found myself

offering to organise one.

Writing Club has been running for four weeks. This is our

first publication. Due to time constraints, and for the sheer fun of it,

we have looked at fairy tales. The children have used imagination

and humour to depict original plot twists and alternative endings to

familiar tales. Many of the stories are a little gruesome but then

fairy tales often are.

Some of the children, particularly the older girls, are writing

much longer stories which do not feature in this issue. However,

every member of Writing Club has contributed at least one story to

the magazine and many have been involved in the creation of the

original illustrations that accompany their stories.

I’d like to say well done to all of the children and I look

forward to lots more stories and fun after the summer break.

Mrs Bray.


Rapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ by DanielleRapunzel ~ 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.


The Three Little Pigs ~ The Three Little Pigs ~ The Three Little Pigs ~ The Three Little Pigs ~ by by by by JessJessJessJess

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 massive sneeze and he died.


Hansel and GretelHansel and GretelHansel and GretelHansel and Gretel ~ by Stephanie~ by Stephanie~ by Stephanie~ 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.


Cinderella ~ by IsabellaCinderella ~ by IsabellaCinderella ~ by IsabellaCinderella ~ by Isabella

There once was a beautiful girl named Cinderella who lived

with her step-mum, her 2 ugly sisters and all the cute animals.

Her favourite was an old horse named Bruno. One day the

Prince invited all the ladies in town to a ball. Chloe and

Daphne, the ugly sisters, were squealing with delight.

‘Can I go to the ball too?’ Cinderella asked.

‘If you get all your chores done, yes,’ Molly the step-

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

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.’

Then Chloe came up and started ripping up Cinderella’s

dress. Cinderella ran out of the house as she couldn’t go to the

ball.

‘You will go to the ball my dear, with a flick of my wand.

You will get me a pumpkin and a mouse.’

Cinderella stared at the fairy who had just spoken to

her.

‘I’m your fairy godmother, Fiona. Now go and fetch the

pumpkin and the mouse.’

Cinderella ran around the garden grabbing the pumpkin

and one black mouse. The pumpkin turned into a carriage and

the mouse turned into a beautiful appaloosa.


‘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.


Little Red Riding Blood ~ by StephanieLittle Red Riding Blood ~ by StephanieLittle Red Riding Blood ~ by StephanieLittle 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

with a little hood. She spun around, looking around trying

to see where I was. I shot off in the direction that she was

headed – north.

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

find the light. When I did, I saw Grandma, lying on her

bed.

‘She’ll be here in a minute,’ Grandma said. ‘She’s

much stronger than you! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!’

‘Shhh! Sheesh, what is your granddaughter, a

vampire?’ I asked sarcastically.

The door opened behind me.

‘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.’

Red riding blood glided across the floor to me,

faster than any human.

‘Yes...yes, I do believe.’


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.


The small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by IsaacThe small man who cried pigeon ~ by Isaac

Once upon a time there was a land called Fantasia. The

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,

there was no pigeon and the men were so fired up that

they killed Matthew instead.

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The Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by Jess

Once upon a time there was a Prince who was a

Liverpool FC supporter. Out of the millions of girls he had

been out with, none of them were real Liverpool

supporters. They 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

Supporter. When it was night the Prince put a signed

Liverpool ball at the bottom of her bed.


The Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by JessThe Princess and the Footy ~ by Jess

Once upon a time there was a Prince who was a real

Liverpool FC supporter. Out of the millions of girls he had

Liverpool

hey were pretending to be Liverpool

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

In the morning the Princess felt the ball. Th

was spying on her. He saw her kiss the ball and he had

found a perfect match.

In the morning the Princess felt the ball. The Prince

e saw her kiss the ball and he had


Beauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by AlyssaBeauty and the Beast ~ by Alyssa

John stood watching the half-human, half-wolf figure loom over

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

as his brown mouth expanded into a frightening smile.

‘Why are you here?’ the beast snarled.

‘I-I-I travel...’ John stuttered, blind with fear. What was this

thing? ‘I-I-I didn’t mean to in-in-intrude, or-or-or...’

The beast laughed a loud, rumbling noise that almost shook

the ground with its volume. ‘Didn’t mean to intrude?’ he bellowed.

John nodded frantically, silently pleading for mercy. ‘Very well,

leave.’

John’s sigh of relief was highly audible.

‘On one condition.’

‘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

home,’ the beast announced. John had no clue how to react to this

news. Good or bad? He could pick up a flower or...

‘Leave now,’ the beast commanded powerfully, waving to

the huge iron gate. ‘Goodbye.’

The second John was outside his grounds, the beast

slammed the gate forcefully and stamped off into the dark night.

When John looked around, he saw nothing but darkness.

Although he was certain he was surrounded by grasses teaming

with life, he couldn’t see them. The beast wouldn’t be bothered

with them, only something he’d seen. So he strained to see

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something. Peering into the distance, John was certain he could see

a light, a lantern. No.

‘Belle!’ he screamed. But it was too late. In the distance the

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?’


something. Peering into the distance, John was certain he could see

as too late. In the distance the

Belle cowered in fear as the Beast loomed over her, hairy face

‘Your father promised me,’ he glowered, angry at being

into Belle’s mind and she sat up.

‘Who is my father to dictate my life?’ she demanded.

‘He’s not authorised.’

‘Not authorised?’

‘Exactly.’ Belle grinned before skippin

‘Exactly.’ Belle grinned before skipping off into the sunset.

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