Category Archives: Myths & Legends

The Highwayman’s Story by Amelia

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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The sky was a midnight blue. The stars were scattered among the evening folds like shells on a beach. I rode up the dusty track with clouds of powder streaming up behind me. I saw its windows gleaming with candle light. The old oak door was locked and the shutters were shut as if they were trying to keep out a terrible beast. I cracked my whip on the window and whistled a note but it did not break the still night air.

I wore my burgundy velvet coat and lace like bunches of flowers at my throat and wrists. Soft leather gloves covered my hands. Sturdy boots covered three quarters of my legs. A foreign black hat perched lopsided on my head.

Bess stood at the window, suddenly braiding a scarlet ribbon into her jet black hair. Little did I know that Tim was eavesdropping with an ashen face and a heavy heart. For he loved Bess more than anything else in all the world.

“I’m going for a prize of yellow gold tonight before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day I’ll be with you in the moonlight though hell should bar the way,” I announced proudly with my head held up high. On that I rose up on the stirrups so I could hardly touch her hand. I galloped away to the west.

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The Landlord’s Story by Libby (based on Alfred Noyes ‘The Highwayman’)

Let me tell you about when my daughter, Bess, met her end. rcoats

One gloomy night my Bess was upstairs in her room while I was in the cellars, looking for some more ale for tomorrow.But then I heard footsteps above me. I thought it must of just been Bess getting a drink, so I carried on dwelling through the cellars. But then I heard more than a couple of footsteps. I tried pushing the trap-door opento get out of the cellars but somebody was standing on it! I banged on the door and shouted “get me out!” But suddenly the wieght lifted off and the trapdoor swung open.

I ran upstairs and there was ale every where, chairs flipped over, mud all over the tables. I immediately grabbed a cloth and cleaned the tables furiously. But then I realised there were boot prints on the table. “Who danced on the table!?” I shouted. But suddenly I heard a gun shot from upstairs in Bess’s room.

I hurried upstairs and what did I see? Bess, covered in her own scarlet blood, slouched on a pillar with rope tied around her waist.

 

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The Highwayman according to Luke

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The Highwayman according to Freddie

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The Highwayman according to Cerys

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‘How Thunder Came to the World’ by Evie

When the animal kingdom ruled the world, the gods decided to have a picnic. It was a splendid feast, with platters of food scattered all around the spacious garden.

The king of the gods was serving food to everyone, bringing silver plates ,piled high with all kinds of treats, to those rich in power, and those not.

There was a lot of fruit on the platters: Apples, Oranges, Mangos, Melon, Strawberries, Raspberries, the usual. But there was one fruit, one fateful fruit, which has caused carnage to this day.

Bananas. The King was allergic to bananas. The queen did not know this, and she was peeling one as the king came back, a plate in each hand.

He sneezed, a booming sneeze which made everyone look at him, and that sneeze has created thunder to this day.

As he sneezed a great amount of snot came out of his nose and forever after that has been rain. The two plates he was holding crashed together and created sparks, which since then have been lightning

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Medusa by Skye

Magic hair that speaks to you

Every day must be careful not to brush her hair

Dread the day  she needs a haircut

Uses her snakes as her friends

Slimy snakes that give you the shivers

Animal mayhem in her hair.

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