"Merlin's Secret Grotto" By Meg S, Age 9, Class 3

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Merlin’s Secret Grotto

All was silent. Merlin, the powerful Sorcerer slowly poured his magical Moon dust into his cauldron and gently began to stir. As he carried on stirring he noticed he was being watched by Prince Arthur. Merlin felt worried, because if Arthur told the King he would KILL HIM! The King hates magic and kills sorcerers and sorceresses who use magic.
Arthur listens to his father, because Arthur wants to become a great ruler.
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Merlin quickly took away the moon dust and cauldron and hid them behind a boulder. “Why are you spying on me” asked Merlin deeply.
“I’m not” said Arthur “I’m looking for some bits of rock.”
“What kind of rock?”
“Oh, you know…..ummm….some bits of boulder.”
“Why do you need some bits of boulder?”
“Dad said I could camp outside the palace tonight, because it’s my Birthday in two weeks time. I need it to make a fire.”
“Well why don’t you camp in two weeks time then!”
“Because two of the knights are having a huge battle that night!… Oh look there’s a boulder that will do perfectly!”
So Arthur ran excitedly towards the boulder standing next to Merlin. OH NO!!!! That was the boulder Merlin used to hide his cauldron and moon dust! What would happen if Arthur told the King?! Merlin could be executed!
“MERLIN!” shouted Arthur unexpectedly and angrily as he saw the cauldron and moon dust. “You’re a sorcerer, I have known you all my life and still you have never told me! You practice magic, I’m going to tell dad and he is going to put your fat little head on the chopping block!”

The next morning (Arthur was right) Merlin’s head was ready to be placed on the chopping block. But Arthur really wished he hadn’t told the King about Merlin’s powers. He loved Merlin like a grandfather. Merlin had known him ever since his birth. It was fifteen minutes till the execution, That means fifteen minutes to think of a plan to stop Merlin from being killed. After five minutes of thinking he finally got a plan into his head! So Arthur ran to the king and told him what he thought. The King thought it was spectacular! He told the guards not to bother with the execution and told them Arthur’s idea. So the guards helped and made Merlin his very own secret grotto so he could do his magic! On one condition. He only does magic in the grotto.

By Meg S
Age 9
Class 3
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'The Dragon Princess' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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The Dragon Princess

Once upon a time in a far away land, hidden away in the surroundings there was a small old ancient village. In the village there was a beautiful temple, called The Dragon Temple.

This is where the villagers came to worship their goddess The Dragon Princess and they also worshiped her dragon that they called… The Blue Scaled Dragon because legend has it, that it had magnificent sparkling blue scales.

One day in the Dragon Temple an old man that the village called The Dragon Man was in the temple praying, he worshiped the Dragon Princess and her Dragon day and night, he was very loyal. Suddenly children ran in screaming and shouting.
“Stop that at once!” the dragon man shouted.
“Why should we? The Dragon Princess is no use to us!” one of the children said putting her hands on her hips and looking very smug.
“What are your names? Children,”
“Well I’m Mark and that’s Tim and that girl there she’s Emmy,” one of the other children said pointing to his friends.
“Well Mark, Tim and Emmy would you like to hear the story of the Dragon Princess and her magnificent blue scaled dragon?” the old man asked.
“Yes please,” two of the children said.
“And you, Emmy?” the man asked smiling.
“I have better things to do, than listen to old fairy tales!” Emmy shouted.
“Just stay and listen for a bit,” the man said smiling. So the little girl sat down and started to tap her foot. “Let’s start then, once upon a time in this very village there lived a Dragon.”
“What the blue scaled dragon?” one of the boys asked.
“Yes it was the blue scaled dragon, so anyway the dragon lived in this temple but one night the dark spirits got into the temple and weaved itself inside the dragon's heart. That night at exactly midnight the villagers were woken by the dragon, the dragon was burning the villagers houses and huts, he crushed the shops and burnt the park. Then suddenly from the flames and smoke a black haired beautiful young girl walked through into the middle of the village and stopped. Then all was silent, no screaming, no shouting, no noise at all. The dragon looked up at the beautiful girl and the girl looked straight into its eyes. Everybody was silent, they just stood there looking back and forth at the dragon and the black haired girl. Then she stopped looking into the dragons eyes and looked around her, looked at all the villagers standing around her then shut her eyes and she disappeared… and she had took the blue scaled dragon with her. A couple of days later everything was back to normal. A little boy walked into the temple and screamed, his mother came running, “What is wrong?” she asked, but the little boy did not answer, he just looked straight ahead and stared with his mouth wide open. Slowly the mother looked up to see… a massive statue of the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon. “Oh my goodness!” the mother shouted. Everyone came running to see what was the matter. For a few minutes everyone was just silent and just stared at the massive statue. “What is it?” a man asked. “I think it is the dragon and the young black haired girl,” a women said. Then suddenly the black haired young girl appeared, beneath her feet she had brought gifts, wonderful gifts. She had brought, lots of different foods from all over the world, a most wonderful blanket with all the countries in the world and lots of golden statues of her and her dragon. She said, “Eat the food to keep you healthy, use the blanket to keep you warm and melt or keep the golden statues, so you are wealthy.


Ever since that day we have worshiped the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon, even now, every 100 years the Dragon Princess brings us the same beautiful presents.” The dragon man finished.
“Does that mean the Dragon Princess is still alive?” Emmy asked.
“Yes, they live somewhere in the mountains, where no one goes,” the dragon man said, “Now I think it is time for you to go.” The man said as he stood up. All the children got up and stretched their legs then walked off in separate directions back to their houses, when Emmy looked back at the temple she saw… the Dragon Princess and beneath her feet, well what do you think? The same wonderful presents. She looked away for only a couple of seconds and when she looked back she was gone!

The End

By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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'The Never Ending Nightmare' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

A belated scary story but it could also be classed as recounted family history as this is a dream that a member of Jade's family repeatedly had when young.

The Never Ending Night Mare.

One stormy and rainy night a little boy called Stephen was having a very restless night. He finally got to sleep but… he was having a nightmare! The nightmare went like this, he was with his Mum, Auntie and his three sisters and he was the only boy there because his dad left when he was two, so Stephen and the girls where walking down a subway when suddenly Stephen stopped moving! He was walking but not going any where, all the others where walking ahead and other girls were walking ahead but… he was not! Then he saw the reason why he was not walking ahead… there was a big sign saying, “GIRLS ONLY” in big bold letters “Come back! Come back Mum!” But his mum could not hear him, for nights and nights Stephen was stuck in that nightmare! And people say that he still is there, in that horribly nightmare!

The End.

By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3

'The House' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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The House

In Dorset, at number 54, Elm Street there lived a little girl called Jane Mallarie. One day Jane was in her bedroom looking for her laptop when… the lights went off.
“Mum, why are the lights off?” Jane asked.
“Just a power cut Jane!” Her mum shouted.
When the lights came on Jane looked around, she was not in her bedroom she was in the hallway! But the hallway did not look normal, instead of purple carpets and bright orange walls, there was old wooden floor boards and dark green walls. “But how? what has happened to my house?” Jane said to herself. Well the thing is Jane’s house is very old, it was actually built in Victorian times! Suddenly she heard foot steps coming from around the corner, “Mum, Mum is that you?” Jane whispered.
“Oh Jane, there you are! Come on, come on we have chores to do.” It was a lady dressed in old fashion clothes. “Why are you wearing those clothes? They are awful!” the lady said as she gave her an orange frilly dress! “Go and put that on, then go and give Mr Philippe his morning paper. Come on get moving.” Jane walked off and went into the bathroom and put her dress on, when she came out she looked at the news paper, “1842!” Jane shouted as she read the date, she chucked the newspaper onto the table and ran to the third room on the left, her room! She opened the door to see… nothing! “There’s nothing here, just lots and lots of old Victorian books!” Jane shouted.
Then suddenly the door slammed shut, Jane ran over to the door and tried to open it, but it had been locked. “Hello! Hello is anyone there? I’m locked in, please open the door!” Jane cried. Suddenly the room started to get smaller and smaller till it was so small that she could hardly breath! But suddenly the room started to get bigger again till it was the size that it was before, then the door unlocked and flung open and there was a bright light, the light was so bright that it blinded Jane for a couple of seconds then the light disappeared and there standing in it’s place was the strange Victorian lady, “Come on get a move on, you have got to get home.” The lady said as she winked at her!
“What did you just say?” Jane asked, looking very confused.
The lady just smiled, then walked off, “Oh yes, you might want to look in the kitchen, if you want to get back!” She shouted. Jane ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, then a little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair came into the kitchen picked up a black and ginger cat and skipped off. A second later the girl poked her head round the door and said, “Look for the door.”
“The door, what door!” Jane thought to herself. She looked all over the kitchen till she found… a small round door, only big enough for a mouse to fit through, “But how am I suppose to get through there?” She said.
“But you do not understand Jane, you only have to put a small piece of your body through the door to find your way out!” a voice said.
Jane thought for a moment, then shouted out… “My hand! That’s it my hand!” so she put her hand inside the hole and when she pulled it back out… there sitting proudly on Jane’s hand was a... key! She poked the key in to the door and the door opened, then opening a bigger door, then opening a big enough door for her to fit through, slowly Jane stepped through the door and looked back at the old Victorian kitchen and there standing in the door way was, the strange Victorian lady and the little Victorian girl with yellow ribbons in her hair, they smiled and waved and when Jane looked around she was back in her bedroom, the door shut, then locked, then disappeared!
Jane smiled and reached for her laptop, opened it up and wrote the perfect Victorian school report, “My House Was a Victorian House.” She wrote about the clothes that they wore (the orange frilly dress), the houses that they lived in (the old wooden floor boards and the dark green walls) and the people in the house (Mr Philippe’s, the little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair and the strange Victorian lady who must have been a maid!). She never forgot the day she went back in time, when she went into a real Victorian house.

The End.

By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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