Narratives- Fractured
Fairytales
We are learning to write a fictional narrative by
adapting a fairy tale.
We will…
· Follow the Writing Process – planning, draft copy, editing and publishing
· Have a title
· Write three paragraphs: an Orientation, an Complication and a Resolution.
· Write in past tense.
· Use direct and/or indirect speech.
(dialogue).
· Use alliteration, imagery, metaphor,
onomatopoeia, questions and similes to create
pictures with words and build suspense.
Stage 1 – Planning (whole class)
Fractured Fairytale (based on Hansel and Gretel)
Title: The Rescue
Orientation:
Who - Hansel and
Gretel
What - walking
When – wild,
stormy night
Where – outside a
haunted house
Complication:
Wolves surround
them and want to eat them.
Resolution
-A knight on a
white horse saved them?
-Superman saved
them?
-The woman in the
gingerbread house saved them?
Stage 2 Shared Writing
Title The Rescue
A Shared Story by Room 2
Orientation
The trees were twisted and their branches
were like twisted hands coming down to grab us. The wind was as rough as a
tornado. It was like a thunderstorm
starting. The shiny moon was as bright
as the sun in the midnight sky as we walked through the forest.
Complication
Suddenly, Owwwl owwwl … wolves surrounded
us! They had teeth as sharp as a cobra’s fangs.
Their fur was like a sheep that had been shorn and had been put onto
wolves. Their claws were sharper than alligator’s’
teeth. We could feel their hot breath and
it smelt like rotten cheese. Their ears were as big as elephant’s ears. The wolves were as big as lions. Their snouts were as black as gunpowder. We could see their evil yellow glowing eyes
coming towards me… we felt terrified. We were shaking like a rattlesnakes tail.
Our faces turned pale with fear. Owwl owwwl… We were surrounded. We
tried to run.
Resolution
“Run Gretel, run! I screamed. We ran through the forest. The trees branches were as sharp as knives as
we ran through them. It felt as though they were trying to eat us. Suddenly we
saw lights in the distance – it was a house!
We ran for our lives. We knocked
on the gingerbread door. Creak…an
ancient woman came out. Her skin was as
tough and wrinkled as an elephant's skin.
“ Come in you little rascals and have some milo,” she whispered. The milo was as warm in my throat. We were safe at last.
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