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=__**Fairy Tales**__= In studying 'Texts, Culture and Values' the first unit we complete looks at Fairy Tales. The program outlines that: //In this unit of work students are introduced to the central concerns of the Preliminary English course – questions of how and why texts are valued. They develop a range of skills, both compositional and investigative. They undertake extensive independent investigation into both fairy tale criticism, and specific fairy tales of their choice. They also develop presentation and communication skills in a variety of modes and media, working both independently and collaboratively.// //- Fairy Tales Program, Rosebank College, 2012// = =

But here's mine:

 * Through the Grape Vine – Emily Davoren 11A **

==== Once upon a time, in a small village lived a beautiful milkmaid called Alice. When she was born, a fairy appeared at her bedroom door. Her parents made a deal with the fairy to make their daughter the most beautiful in the entire town, but in exchange for this beauty the fairy also cast a spell on Alice. Every time Alice lied, a small white feather would appear and poke through her skin. But this did nothing to deter Alice from her dream, of becoming the handsome Prince Ralph’s Princess. ====

==== Being the most beautiful meant that every day suitors would line up outside Alice’s door trying to get her to fall in love with them, as they each wanted her as their wife. To each suitor, Alice would say that she would think about marrying him only if he bought her the most beautiful thing in the town. Each time she lied about thinking of marriage, a little white feather poked through her ivory skin. ====

==== Alice was showered with gifts of gold plates, earrings; lavish dresses fit for a queen and a gorgeous stallion. Alice was the envy of all the women in the town who could not believe that someone as poor as Alice, from a simple family, could create such a fuss with the eligible bachelors of the town. Alice couldn’t care less what others thought, as she was so excited to see the prince who would be parading through town tomorrow. ====

==== It was that afternoon, when Alice was milking a cow, that she began to notice that her arms were bigger than usual. Her once delicate arms were now quite large because of the feathers that covered every inch of her arms. As she moved on the stool the sound of material ripping echoed through the barn. Feathers poked through her clothes and covered her back. She raced to the bucket of water in the corner of the room and saw her reflection that made her scream. She was no longer beautiful. A large beak covered her luscious red lips and her head was covered in feathers. As she walked back she noticed that her now webbed feet were much closer to her face than before…she was shrinking. What was she going to do? How would the prince see her now? ====

==== As the parade took place the next day, you could see herds of people waving flags and throwing confetti at the prince as he waved and smiled at the welcoming crowd. But what you couldn’t see was the milkmaid, now a tiny bird, flying above his head, trying to get his attention but failing miserably. For you see now the prince could not see her, to him she was merely a bird. Her lying habit had come at a cost. You can’t truly be beautiful on the outside when you are ugly on the inside; as beauty comes from within. ====

=** Two Graves- Ryan **=

// There are songs, of young and old, //

// Of valleys deep, and mountains cold, //

// Of lingering dead, and their stolen souls, //

// Of fallen kings, and their dying holds …//

The fabled song that her father had droned with his bannermen in the great hall, filling the walls of Castle Urehnburg, once filled her with fear, and maybe curiosity, but now only a longing for something that once lost. Castle Urehnburg now lay in ruins, her father dead. She still remembered the day the arrows flew across the hall, the noises they made as they struck the flesh of dining men. The swords that swung and cut down the drunken soldiers, and the cries of those that fought back. Her father’s gurgles as he choked on the blood that flowed around the arrow in his throat. Ser Roran was the man that called for her father’s head, and it was by his liege that the men attacked her families hold. And now he lay old and fragile, among the spoils reaped from his father’s death. She could not just let him die, no. His death had to come by one of the blood of her Father. She would slit his throat, and bathe in the blood responsible for Catelyn’s sorrow.

She had rode to Castle Helmsgate, and had been swiftly admitted by the jovial guards at the front gate. Such acts were not difficult for a young maiden at a time of feasting. The Castle was dressed in garish colours and bright coloured flags, like a warrior that had been dressed in the clothes of a fool. In the main hall, Lord Roran would be feasting, for today was his Seventieth Name day, an age to which few men would boast. But seventy would be the last number he would boast, for tonight he will dine in hell.

Catelyn pushed the heavy wooden doors apart and strode into the great hall. Eyes of feasting knights went dreamy as they stared at her pretty blond hair, and Roran himself looked up from his leg of pork. His pretty little daughter Sansa, ever at his side, smiled and laughed with enthusiasm for the father she loved. With a twirl of her skirt, she pulled the wooden bow from its concealment, drew a bloodstained arrow, the very same that ceased the beat of her father’s heart, and let it loose. The arrow struck Roran in his eye, painting a macabre image on the table with his blood, and granting Catelyn’s sweet revenge. Sansa, Roran’s ever loyal daughter, watched her father fall with teary eyes, and as her sadness turned into rage, drew the resting sword of a drunken knight and with a fire in her eyes, avenged her father. As Catelyn died, one knight, a once bannerman of her father, stood and sung. As the rest of the hall rallied to his voice, and Catelyn drew her last breaths, Sansa turned to her father’s Captain.

“Bury them close, for she pursued revenge, and therefore dug two graves…” __** Attainment and Atonement **__ Once upon a time in a faraway land called Sydney, there lived a set of twins. Holly, the youngest, was pretty and kind and sweet. However, Molly, who was the eldest, though similar in appearance, had quite the opposite temperament. She was often cruel to her sister because their father favoured Holly.

On the twins’ shared birthday, Molly found herself walking along one of the back streets of the city, thinking bitterly about her sister sitting at home and organising the decoration of their home for the party later that night while she was sent to get collect the specially-made balloons Holly had ordered. Coming out of the party shop, the pink and purple balloons clutched tightly in her hand, she spied a dark little used book shop directly opposite. Inside it was dusty and cramped, empty except for a lone woman standing behind the counter. She was beautiful, with fine features and eyes that sparkled.

“Can I help you, dear?” the woman asked, tilting her head. “I know! It’s your birthday. Make a wish, love, but be careful what you wish for.”

When Molly spoke, her voice was only just above a whisper, her words uncertain. But it was enough; the woman heard her crystal clear. There was a loud bang and the beautiful woman was gone; in her place was an old ugly hag.

Later, Molly sent her twin to get the cake, minutes before the guests arrived. Holly knew it was pointless to argue against her hateful sister and nodded. When she came back to their house, she found the party had started, the door to her house shut firmly against her and her keys inside. She tried knocking. She tried the back door. She tried knocking again, all to no avail.

Holly sat on the ground with a sigh. Why didn’t they notice she was gone? Everything was ruined; she and Molly had been planning this party for months and she wasn’t even there to celebrate her //own// birthday!

She started sobbing. She didn’t know how long she had been crying when she heard a ‘thud’ and a groan and felt a heavy weight fall on her.

It seemed that her sobbing was so loud that she had not heard the sound of the door opening and closing and that it was so dark that he had not seen her lying there on the ground.

Their eyes met and Holly felt her sadness fade away. It no longer mattered that she was missing her own party—nothing mattered any more, except that he was with her.

Inside the house, the guests gasped and stepped away from Molly, or rather the ugly old hag that was now standing in her place. Looking down at her new wrinkled hands and then in the mirror, Molly let out a cry and knew that her wish had failed. After Molly had wished for her sister’s deepest dreams to be destroyed, the old woman had smiled knowingly and said, “Ugly on the outside as ugly on the inside.” Molly had not understood her words until now.

Holly and Brendon lived happily ever after forevermore, whilst Molly lived and died an ugly, lonely spinster.

** -Brigit Zafirakis **

__**The Valentine Beast**__ **- Sarah Roper.** Paige was a big fat ugly cow. But a very nice big fat ugly cow. She yearned to be a tall, beautiful princess with a better diet than that of brown grass. It was an unusually bright dawn, with large colourful streaks extending along the edge of the horizon. Paige could barely see the large circular rays of light overlapping each other in the sky above her, which were slowly bearing down on her position. Red sparks flew above her head and scattered among the blades of grass beneath her. Waterfalls as bright as gold soared around her, where quiet voices whispered slowly to her: //“Dreams are beautiful, yet can grow blue,// //Your dreams they are, are granted true.// //Take your chance til dawn it breaks,// //Follow your heart, for all is at stake.”// Paige wasn’t sure what this meant, and yet she felt her heart quicken to the point of collapse. When she opened her eyes she felt faint, but she stood up gently on her feet and overlooked the field. Something was strange she could tell. The grass was no longer dead, for beneath her feet was thick luscious green grass. But wait, she thought, something else was odd. She searched frantically around her for clues to hint a certain change, when she realised that she was no longer he big fat ugly self. She was a tall, beautiful princess. She skipped and tripped along the grass until she approached a giant castle in the middle of the field. Paige sensed that something else was strange about the castle, however her adrenaline pumping through her veins pushed through her desire for adventure. As she lifted her hand to knock on the door, a sudden high-pitched scream shouted from the distance. “Stop! Don’t touch that door!” Paige turned her head. There running towards her was yet another tall beautiful princess. “Why? What’s wrong with the door?” Paige enquired. The princess rolled her eyes and firmly placed her hands on her hips. “It’s the prophecy. The prophecy says that ‘a transformation will tempt the innocent until they stare at the walls of corruption.’ You are the transformation. The castle is here to tempt you.” Paige stared blankly at the other princess and began to giggle. “That’s ridiculous.” “Well go ahead and open the door. You will unleash the fires of hell.” Paige felt sudden fear emanate all over her body. She felt in her heart that something wasn’t right. She remembered back to the voices that whispered to her: //“Follow your heart for all is at stake”.// It all became clear to her. “My heart tells me not to trust you. I trust my heart. I trust the truth.” Frustration turned the princess red. She twisted and turned until she exploded into a cloud of red dust, revealing a giant hideous monster. “You will not live to see another day. You burn my eyes with your purity. To hell will you go.” Sounded the monster. It charged towards Paige, who squished up against the castle door, indiscreetly wrapping her hand securely around the handle. As the monster approached her Paige’s reflexes took over motion of her body and ripped open to door whilst dodging the monster. It flew through the door and screamed in fear. It was trapped. Paige looked up in the sky to see the approach of dawn. The voices came back to her and whispered: //“You are strong, the prophecy is fulfilled,// //The monster she is, will soon be killed.// //Temptation it served but did not succeed,// //You are forever beautiful, yes you are indeed.”// Paige jumped in excitement. She would forever be a tall, beautiful princess and never again a big fat ugly cow. Temptation was the devil, who died a lonely bully. Valentine’s Day had granted Paige her dream. And what a beautiful dream it was.

__ Red by Jade Hannaford __ On one extraordinary day, Red opened her brand new pink laptop, logged on to her favourite social networking website – Facebook of course, what else? – and read the fateful words in her inbox: “We should meet!” Red was beside herself – this was what she had been waiting for, for like forever. The boy of her dreams had asked her out on a date! Well, he hadn’t used those words exactly, but a planned outing with a boy is definitely defined as a date. Obviously – Red thinks she saw it on Urban Dictionary somewhere and everything on that website is definitely legitimate. Red was jumping with joy so fervently that it too her nearly twenty minutes to type out: “Totally! ;)”She nearly fainted when her prince charming – named James Woolfe, just FYI – instantaneously replied with: “Cool, so geed! Wanna meet at Grandma’s Little Bakery in the city on Saturday at seven?” Red could barely wait the week until Saturday. It would be the first time she would be meeting James. Her first contact with him was on Facebook, when he randomly added her. He called her beautiful and said that he’s never seen someone with such sparkling blue eyes and striking blonde hair. He himself was quite attractive – as seen in his display photo – with lustrous bronze hair and grass green eyes, which she never seemed to be quite able to get out of her head. The only problem in all of this was her annoying ex-boyfriend Tom Hunter. Red could barely remember the reason she went out with him. Compared to James he was downright plain with boring brown hair and dull brown eyes. He had overheard Red at school when she was telling her friends about the upcoming date with James. He had chimed in – how rude – and started yelling at her: “don’t meet him, don’t meet him!” and did not stop until she poured my peach iced tea all over his pants. He’s been nothing but extremely annoying since Red’s parents died about a year ago and she had to move in with her auntie. As the big day of the date arrived, Red awoke to the sounds of birds singing and bacon sizzling. She wasn’t going to tell her auntie who she was really going out with tonight. She would just lie and say she was going with her BFFL Cathy. Red was sixteen years old, she didn’t need her auntie controlling her life. Red arrived at Grandma’s Little Bakery perfectly poised and presented. She was wearing her brand new red dress with her sparkly black heels and she was confident that she looked awesome. But there was one problem, she couldn’t see James anywhere! There was no one except some old guy and some dude in a hoodie. She was thoroughly puzzled – where was James? Then the old guy started walking to her and said: “Hello Red, I’m James; you’ll be coming with me”. “What?!?!” Red demanded. James then gripped her tightly and started pulling her towards the car park. Red tried getting out of his grasp, but his grip was too strong. When they got to the car park it seemed that he was dragging her towards a white van. She could only form one coherent thought “don’t get in”. James’ eyes were wild, his nostrils flared and his hands sweating profusely – definitely not what she though her prince charming would look like. Suddenly out of nowhere a hoodied figure appeared. As he pulled off the hood, Red caught a glimpse of something brown as it lunged at James. It was Tom! He had come to Red’s rescue! As Tom tackled James to the ground and knocked him out unconscious Red finally appreciated what a great combination brown hair and brown eyes made. Red and Tom fled the car park holding hands and continued running until they though they were far enough away. They never looked back and lived happily ever after. Am I the hottest of them all? Friday, 25 November 2011 7:24 PM Once upon a time, there was a young sweet beautiful girl, named Harriet. Harriet had pale skin, with blood red lips and shiny ebony hair that flowed. Since Harriet's mother died, her father married an elite businesswoman named Gladice. Gladice was very vain, with a face made of plastic. Gladice, feeling quite blue, logged into her Facebook and updated her status: "Am I the hottest of them all? ;) " The replies flowed in from everyone she knew.  "R U kidding? Honey, get your head out of the clouds, Harriet is to die for!"  "Gladice, your not fooling anyone. But as a good friend, that Harriet has got one up on you. She is FINE!"  As you might imagine, this made Gladice extremely jealous, and ordered her young personal assistant to murder Harriet the next day at school. He watched from afar as Harriet turned into an deserted alleyway, school books in hand. As she turned the corner, she noticed the rifle aimed at her heart.  "NO!" she cried in despair. Suddenly the rifle lowered as Gladice's assistant fell madly in love with Harriet's beauty.  "Leave, run away from Gladice." He then cut a piece of her hair to give to Gladice, proving she was dead. Gladice wore it around her neck gleefully, falling for her worker's trick.  As Harriet could run no more, it was getting dark and she had no where to stay for the night. Looking around desperately, she noticed seven young people walking back from work. She politely asked if she could stay with them for the night and they agreed to take care of her as she would take care of the house as they worked. She grew very close to all seven and was happy living there. Gladice growing bored with no one to adore her, posted another status update in her lunch break. "Be honest. Now am I the hottest of them all?" She was very angry to discover they all thought Harriet was most beautiful. Realising her mistake, she tried to poison Harriet twice, and twice she was saved. So the third time, Gladice would not fail. She disguised herself as an old woman who offered Harriet a fresh apple from the forest. Harriet took a bite, and fell in a deep sleep. When her friends arrived home that night, they placed her in a glass coffin assuming she had died. Days later, a young bachelor from out of town had travelled far and wide in search of beauty. He owned a very large company and was wealthy and very handsome. He knew he had to kiss Harriet before he left, for fearing he would never bestow such beauty in his entire life. As his lips reached hers, she awoke with a start and stared into the eyes of her true love. When Gladice soon discovered who was to take over her business, and that this successor was in fact alive. She attempted to crash the wedding that proceeded a few weeks later. Everyone in the city near and far were invited, and they all knew of Gladice and her evil vain ways. The whole town through stones at her, and made her wear shoes of hot iron until she died. They all lived happily ever after. Gladice's facebook was deactivated after her death. By Jessica Haddad