Fairy Tales: What’s behind the door?(Junior Writing1)

by on Sep 29, 2020

Fairy Tales- Fairy tales, folklore and legend have been passed through the generations since the beginning of history. You might recognise stories such as Cinderella, Snow White, or Little Red Riding Hood. In this lesson, we will explore versions of these fairy tales, along with what makes them a part of the fairy tale genre. Then, we can focus on creating our own stories, with magical creatures and fantastical settings, based on this photo prompt that can be interpreted in many ways.

 

13 Comments

  1. Shayne says:
    at 01:08 /

    here is my first writing

    The door of mystery

  2. Victoria says:
    at 14:03 /

    Hi, here is Victoria’s writing. Thank you!

    2020.10.18 Princess Party_Victoria

  3. Cathy says:
    at 00:13 /

    Hello here is my writing

    Emily and Hammy

  5. Luke says:
    at 15:06 /

    hello, here is my first writing

    Luke

  6. Sisley says:
    at 18:32 /

    Behind the door

    No one has come out of the little town of Gulliveg for centuries. The usually thick cloud of mist still hung there like a warm winter coat on the ridge of a chair. A deadly woodland mostly surrounded them, covering all evidence of the existing word that lay beyond them ; no one wanted to venture out. Except for Elenor. Elenor was much different from the other inhabitants in Gulliveg, others were either beautiful or handsome, like the princes and princesses in fairy tales.

    Every single house in the town were beautiful and grand cottages or simple needle-tipped houses. This was because the town council decided that everything should look neat and tidy so no trace of the long-lost fairy tale remained. CRASH* Down the road, a noise that was tumbling rocks erupted, Elenor’s house to be exact. An ambling arched figure thumped onto the wooden mahogany floorboards of the ancient attic who averted their eyes to the circular window.

    “ What’s that? A door? But how?” mumbled Elenor.

    It was almost the witching hour at that time, no-one was outside. A little trip to the dark woods won’t hurt. Right? Well, that’s what she thought.

    Sneaking up into the night, the energetic girl creeped up to the white tinted door. It was unlike any door that she has ever seen ; a soft radiant glow swam out of it….more comforting than anything the curious girl has ever seen. But why was it dangling a carrot in front of her? It’s just a simple door. As she approached the golden doorknob, she remembered that if she ventured in, she might not come back. No, she thought and quickly erased that idea from her head and stepped in.

    “ Who are you?” a voice chirruped.

    As Elenor slowly opened her eyes, she had a small glimpse of a girl in a splendid golden silk dress. Strangely, the intelligent-looking girl was a princess that had a combination of both amber eyes and curly blonde hair ; could a door lead to such a place? What surprised the girl most was that the princess seemed like a reflection of herself. A prettier version perhaps. Elenor touched the figure, hoping that she would become the perfection before her eyes. But the princess frowned and mumbled only said one thing : ‘You don’t need to be rich to be pretty, that’s the moral of the story’.

    After the figure finished, a blast of light scrambled before her eyes and as she opened them, she was back in the humble town of Gulliveg. – Sisley

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