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Bedwell School,
Bedwell Crescent,
Stevenage,
Herts, SG1 1NJ

01438 351198

admin@bedwell.
herts.sch.uk

Headteacher:
Mrs J Moore


© Bedwell Primary
School, 2018

Year 6 Englishx

Myths With A Twistblank

    Our focus in the first half of the term was story writing. Having been introduced to our model story through our DT day, building Minotaur Blasters, we moved on to learn the text by heart, using pictures and actions to support us. We then used this tale, which saw two seemingly normal girls, Tess and Carrie, somehow become mixed up in an adventure involving mythical creatures, demigods and ancient scrolls, as the base for our work in English throughout the unit. This included drama, grammar and comprehension work linked to the text (and other mythical tales), character introductions and experiments with figurative language - all of which eventually built-up to writing our own ‘Imitation’ stories, where we used the structure (and some of the best ideas) from the model, along with lots of shared writing, to help us to create our own ‘Myth with a Twist’...

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Just a normal day...?x

    “This is the best sleepover ever!” shouted Lizzy as she wacked her best friend (Brooke) around the head with a pillow! A moment later everything changed, however, as she hit her favourite doll, smashing it to pieces. ”Oh no!” cried Lizzy, as she flopped on her bed and went to bed crying.

    Waking up, both of their hearts stopped. Things were weird. Very weird. The floor of the girls bedroom was strewn with: blood trails; broken dolls heads and torn clothes... Lizzy’s eyes widened in astonishment, her heart racing like a speeding car. However, to her amazement, Brooke raced past her and started to investigate the whole room. ”This way - the marks lead to your Mum and Dad’s room. Come on, what are you waiting for? We need to find out what is happening!” Brooke shouted, “Hurry up slow coach, there’s no time to give up now!”

    Entering their parent’s room, Brooke and Lizzy were shocked by what they saw... Lizzy’s favourite doll was fixed and sitting on her parents bed, holding a knife and smiling at her. ”Psst! Over here!” whispered Lizzy’s uncle, who was crouched in the corner, beckoning them forward to sit with him. Over the next 10 minutes he quietly told them a strange (yet believeable) story, explaining that the doll had magically come to life and was trying to kill him and all of Lizzy’s family.

    Suddenly, the old man froze, heart thumping as a thunderous scream echoed around the house. Running back to Lizzy’s room, Brooke opened the door as they saw their parents tied up and the doll standing between them.”It’s alive!” shouted the old man, “It wants me, not you! Hide!” Scanning the room, Lizzy and Brooke hid in the wardrobe. Looking through the crack, they were surprised to see the old man ducking, jumping and spinning, dodging the doll’s razor sharp knife. However, finally the doll kicked him in a corner and prepared to strike...

    In a flash, the doll fell off the bed with a thump. Lizzy stood motionless, picturing the kicks which her eyes were trying to tell her confused brain had somehow ripped the head clean off in one swipe. “I think that was perfect!” exclaimed Brooke, happily, “And close your mouth, Lizzy - you look like a goldfish!”

    “B-b-b-but....?” mumbled Lizzy in confusion.

    ”Oh yeah... I forgot to say. Champion gymnast... blah, blah, blah...no big deal. Any way, we need to get Uncle Dave back home,” Brooke said.

    “Maybe today really was the best sleepover ever after all,” said Lizzy, promising never ever to start a play-fight with Brooke again...

    By Amy Randall