As the frost-tipped snowflakes fall down,
From the gloomy sky above,
The fairy grabs her frost crown,
from a nearby passing dove.
The frost sprites come to greet her,
as she comes down to the ground,
All the snow is in a blur,
not a human to be found.
Their hands outstretched,
the snow falls light,
a shimmering storm,
in the dead of night.
Oh can you hear?
The fairy’s laugh,
So sharp and clear.
Now close your eyes,
my sleeping child,
for the fairy flies,
when dreams are wild.
The trees of the forest shake their golden leaves
They have no fear of falling to the ground
And fairies wait to braid their wreaths
The pine cones they find lying all around
Within the twisted branches hide a show,
Of secrets humans cannot ever learn,
They must contend to write their tales of woe
Of creatures made of maple leaf and fern
Because fairies fear the humans too,
They hide until the moon comes out at night,
To sing and dance and drink the forest dew,
They chant their rhymes of magic and delight
Not till the morning sun comes do they hide
Until tomorrow night their time they bide
The trees had leaves so very green
I couldn’t believe what I had seen
Because they were so green and bright
They blocked out rays of the sunlight
For trees are made of lots of wood
They are quite hard to be understood
So into the woods I must go
Where will it end I do not know
Well of course you’ve all heard the story,
Of a pumpkin, some magic and a little bit of gory…
A tale of the evil, the good and the bad,
And the tale of a good little prince (what an annoying little lad!)
But let’s look down the other way,
What Cindy must really repay,
For it was HER who stole her sisters’ invitations (really, does that girl have any patience?!)
Now lets list out the things she’s already done wrong,
She stole a prince, she went to the ball,
(really my list does go on for very long!)
But the moral of the story is,
Don’t look at the positive and miss out all this,
Lets leave at a close that Cinderella wasn’t right,
All she deserves,
Is to be banished in the night!
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a wizard with his goblins in a small cottage. It was small and damp but it was the best they could do. The wizard was usually very grumpy, and the goblins worked for him day and night. The wizard dealt in magic potions, selling them hither and thither to anyone who might take a fancy to his strange potions and powders. You might think that because he sold such amazing magical things, he could afford an amazing castle with beautiful fountains and towers that stretched right up to the heavens. You would be right to think so, for this was true, however the wizard had been banished from his kingdom and left to rot in this dingy little cottage. Despite their misfortune the goblins still went about delivering the magic packages to all who wanted them and the wizard still concocted his magical creations. Every day the wizard would get up, make his favourite breakfast of frogspawn on toast, then set about making his magical potions to sell to all the land. Then at night, when the stars twinkled and the moon shone brightly, the goblins would go out to all of their loyal customers and deliver their packages and potions in exchange for gold, which they would take back to the wizard. One night however the goblins left with 10 potions and came back with only 9 pieces of gold! How could this happen? Where was the 10th piece of gold? When the goblins told the wizard he was furious! He waved his wand in anger and shouted at the goblins, sending books and jars and stars and lizards and frogs and cauldrons and candles and hats and cloaks flying everywhere. This was just too bad. They needed to do something about this troublesome customer, and the wizard knew exactly what to do. The next day, after the wizard had made his potions, he made something very special for the goblins. It was a wand of silvery starlight and had a distant gleam of rubies and garnets, it had a wooden part, carved from the finest of oak and a case made of the softest leather. He told the goblins to go to the customer, and this device would have the magical power to instantly persuade them to give them the gold. So the goblins did what they were told and crept through the village to the house that had not paid the last night. They knocked in the door and a young man who they supposed was a carpenter came to the door. “give us our gold or we will bring out our special silver persuasion device, “ they said. The carpenter stopped and chuckled at the goblins “you fools,” he said snidely “you aren’t getting an ounce of my gold! I’m not giving it to you and what’s more is that I have hidden it, so you’ll never get your slimy fingers on any of it”. The goblins were displeased by this. How dare he take their potion and not pay for it! He was a thief! They grumbled and took out their sliver wand from its case. They swished it at the carpenter, just as the wizard had shown them. He crumbled to the ground and magical streams of scarlet spurted out of him like beautiful birthday streamers. He had no time to speak before the streams descended into soft trickles of molten red. The silver wand had taken the carpenter away, he had paid for his terrible behaviour. The goblins finished their nightly rounds and trotted off back home to the wizard. He was very pleased with their work and gave each of them a goblin treat of sugared slugs. The wizard and goblins continued with their potion business and they all live happily ever after.
We are asking you to write a short piece from the perspective of somebody else in a story. For example, how did Lavender Brown feel about the events of Harry Potter? What are the fairy tale villains really thinking?
You can email entries to firstname.lastname@example.org or bring them to Creative Writing Club, which is on Tuesday lunchtimes in F10. You can also email us with any questions!
The deadline is the 1st March (the first Friday back after half term)
There will be prizes for the winning entries! We look forward to reading your work