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Fractured fairy tale by me and my friend :)

 Sleeping Beauty And The Big Surprise Characters:  Sleeping beauty Ugly duckling The wicked witch The evil ginger bread man The three little bears 

One day there was a duckling, not just a plain __#|old__ boring duckling, a really ugly duckling in fact. It was so small that it looked like a speck of dirt, a lot smaller then all the others in fact. One very fine day there was this evil witch she wasn’t just a plain evil witch she was the most ugliest witch you ever saw. Then one spring morning there was a girl just sitting on the side of the bank asleep, then all a sudden the ugly duckling passed the little girl he stood on a sharp stone and did a quick little quack that woke her up, she got up and ran all the way to the castle and yelled “Dad, Dad where are you, I need you to catch this ugly duck for me so I can keep it in my room” but then her dad said “your insane” suddenly the little girl started to cry” Her dad was in shock” fine i’ll go catch that ugly little duckling for you” darling, then all a sudden there was this tiny little ugly there i ran straight away up the stairs to my room then I was writing down some names, I could call it then I had this wonderful idea I could call it spotty then I ran down the stairs and went and told dad but suddenly   this is my mystery writing 

 Mystery Writer Story

Rain. I wake up to hear it bucketing down on the roof. I turn over to look at my calender. It’s Friday the 13th.

My mate __#|Bob__ and I have a weekly tradition. Every Friday we take to the seas in our little red catamaran. Even though it’s pelting down with rain, the boat is battered and the paint has been abraded by years of rough weather, Bob and I decide to proceed with our weekly tradition, as we believe our little red catamaran can battle the rain.

I gather my belongings and trudge along the cobblestone path. When I arrive at the beach, I am greeted by large, colossal waves smashing against the nearby dock. I can only just make out our little red catamaran, getting battered the waves. Bob is frantically trying to stop the catamaran getting swallowed by the out of control water. I can see he is already drenched through. I sprint towards him along the gloopy sand, my shoes sinking. Once we are both safely in the boat, we crack a drink and set off to sea.

We are now out far enough where the water is calmer and the storm has eased. We drop the sail and decide to sacrifice our sence and go for a dive deep down into the ocean. As my __#|body__ enters the icy cold water, it sends a shiver up my spine. As I dive deeper something catches my eye. I swim closer and discover something that is leaving the sand unsettled. Its silver bolts that have a slight case of rust and the burnt colour of the chest create something quite out of the ordinary. A large padlock prevents me from opening the chest there and then, so Bob and I decide to go back to shore, collect the right gear and come back later.

Hours later, Bob and I are back in the little red catamaran, bobbing along the water. It’s hard to believe that just hours ago, the sea was heaving to and fro, as thought it were trying to imitate a some wild rocking horse. As we sail through the glass like sea, Bob and I decide that I will dive down to the chest, place the hook through the padlock and Bob will reel it up to the catamaran. Thankfully, because the water is so clear, we can see the chest sitting in the sand below us. As I dive down into the calm water, I am instantly relaxed. I hook the chest, give a tug on the rope and it starts to ascend. As we are now safely in the boat with the chest, we set off towards home. We heave the chest through my front door and collapse in the living room. Bob goes in search for a crow bar, running and jumping at the same time with happiness. He returns soon enough, bursting with excitement. We are both grinning with curiosity as we are so excited to see what is inside. The second we open the chest, our faces drop with disappointment. All the hard work we put in to retrieve the chest simply goes down the drain as we discover the contents. Rocks. Stupid, pointy, worthless, rocks. That is all the chest contains.

It is now twilight, and Bob and I are laying on our deck chairs looking out towards the beach. The waves are calm and the sky is a swirl of abstract colours.

“Man, this day has been full of bad luck, don’t you think Bob?” I enquire. “Yes, but after all, it is Friday the 13th. I guess this day had always been destined for bad luck!”    <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;">Here is my Cinquiain Poem: <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;">
 * 4.11.11 **
 * <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">WALT: <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Learning to write a Cinquain poem **
 * This is my Cinquain poem about LIFE! **


 * __Life:__ **
 * Free **
 * Excited, Caring **
 * Shopping, Running, Jumping **
 * This is your life not someone else is Life! **
 * Cool! **

__**This is my 4 Picture story:**__ <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;">__**4.3.12**__ <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> **//4 Picture story//**

**WALT:** **write a descriptive narrative using four photos. You can put the photos in any any order. Remember to be descriptive and to have a message in the story.**

I woke up one morning as the sun rose creating a beautiful velvet red sky as I walked down stairs I was so happy to find Mr Paws sleeping on the red soft couch because I thought he was going to do one his little run aways again I was trying to be so quite so I wouldn’t wake mum up but she was normally up by now so I decided to walked into mums room there was a note on the bed I read the note mum had gone on another one of her little trips again I was quite happy because I finally get to be alone at home for once.

After breakfast I went for my daily walk that I go for every day with mum but mums not here but I still did my walk. When I got back I told Mr Paws that there are going to be different rules around here I said I big loud clear voice Mr Paws Listen up I said because I always no when Mr Paws is not listening. After my little conversation with Mr Paws I decided to ring up Sally mum’s friend and ask if Samantha could come round as I dialed in the number there was a loud banging on the door so I put the phone down a walked to the door I opened the door a tall skinny man with a beard was standing at the door what do you want I said to the man he said would you be interested in coming on a trip with me said the man um okay I replied ill just go and pack my stuff first is there cats aloud I asked Him nicely he said No sorry okay I said ill just go and pack my stuff I said and I walked off.

After I had packed all my stuff I locked all the doors and put a box in front of the cat flap so Mr Paws would not leave the house I Put him some food in a bowl and I he case he got hungry. After I had checked every thing I walked to the car the man toke my bag and then I jumped in the front seat. We set off we talked for a while then he stopped talking and he said whats your name I told him then I asked whats your name ? He said that you don’t need to know. I thought I had done something bad so I didn’t talk for the whole way there after that. After an a hour or so we were here I asked were we were he did not answer me we stopped and he got my bag out the car and this little piece of paper then I started wandering off then I herd the car door slam shut I walked over he turned on his car and drove off I ran after him he did not stop he just kept driving I walked back to the little Island.

I started to cry I did not know what to do then some Grey clouds stumbled over top of us the golden sand started to turn a brown yucky color then I started to pour down with rain I quickly gathered my belongings and put them under a tree then I went out to find sticks and rocks and weeds to build a shelter. I made a shelter the beach was now a yuck brown color then all of a sudden I saw this little brown turtle trying to get out of the rain I went to grab it then suddenly I fell down a deep dark dirty hole. I dropped to the ground I heard someone it sounded like I was not the only one here. The voice was started sounding closer and closer towards me. I saw a shadow I knew I was not alone. I saw a shadow come out from the big black dirty cave It was a girl with long dark brown hair that swept across the floor when she walked. She started walking towards me I said who are you stay back I shouted but she still kept walking towards me then suddenly she stopped. Then she asked me why are you here what do you want this is my home I replied back how did you get here I told her what had happened. she told me how to get out of the big dark black cave. After she had told me I had set off at one there was no time to lose after I had walked for a while I finally started to see the sun I kept walking till the cave came to an end. When I was out of the cave I hopped from rock to rock to get down to the yellow sand and then I fished out some food. A year later... I started to like it here I guess my parents were worried.

The End <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;">This year we have been doing fun writing, Fun writing is just a little exercise to learn about writing a good story with a good site by using punctuation and more...   <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;">This is the link to our storybird: http://storybird.com/books/the-fairies-adventure-2/?token=f4ecks

This week we have been doing a character analysis. This is my character analysis: <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;"> https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1MLXCjG2Xndvvs0t1i81TTlc72ZgB6gKdxrzyV-mjehQ <span style="background-color: transparent; display: block; font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: medium;">
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">18.7.12 **
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Sunshiney; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Little Red Riding Hood - Grandma Perspective **


 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Grandma is laying in bed sick and she thinks to herself "Where is Little Red?" **
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door and in runs the Big Bad Wolf. He rips the blankets off her and locks her in the wardrobe. **
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The Big Bad Wolf puts on Grandma's nighty, slippers and bonnet and climbs into the bed, eagerly waiting for Little Red to come and visit. **
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Knock, knock" went the door and then Little Red wandered in and said "Grandma, I'm here to make you feel better." **


 * " Come in sweetheart, I've been waiting for you!"said the wolf in a high pitched `voice. Little Red walked up the creaking stairs and gave grandma a big hug... “Grandma you must be very sick because your eyes are huge” said Little red. “Yes dear I have a very bad cold” Says Big Bad wolf. Grandma what big nose you have Yes it will help me smell the yummy cupcakes you have baked for me. Grandma did you get your false teeth enlarged and much much sharper. Yes I did all the better to eat you with. Grandma what do you mean ? Eat me... only the big bad wolf eats people so that means... you're the Big Bad wolf “AHHH” screams Little red. The Big Bad wolf jumps out of the bouncy springy bed and rips off Grandma’s clothes. **


 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Little Red runs out of the room down the creaky stairs and out the cottage door, there stands her Father the woodcutter. The Big Bad wolf runs out hungry and waiting, but when he gets outside he is in for a big surprise the woodcutter was waiting. The Big Bad wolf runs into the forest and that was the last time Little Red and her Father saw him. **


 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Little Red runs into the cottage looking for her Grandmother, She runs up the stairs tripping over her long red coat. She searches her Grandmother’s room and then she hears a loud BANG. A noise comes from the wardrobe she opens it and out comes her sickly Grandmother. Grandma hops back into her comfy bed. **

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 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I made you some cupcakes Grandma” says Little Red. “Thank you sweetie I know now to keep my door locked” Says the Grandma with her croaky voice. Little Red and her Father go home, they let the Mother know that everything is fine and they live happily ever after with no more Big Bad Wolf. **