Saturday, 24 September 2011

Once Upon A Blog

This half term my Year 5 class are planning and writing their own fantasy stories. They are drawing on inspiration from Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Narnia and even Bedknobs and Broomsticks to devise their own story for a five to seven year old. What they have written so far is amazing. We have some very talented nine year old novelists!

To aid the creative process, I've been playing a little game with the small group that I work with. I start off with the first couple of lines of a story and they take turns to add to the tale. It's really exciting to see how the stories develop. They usually take all sorts of twists and turns. Yesterday a delicate pink fairy turned into a big, hairy squirrel who was going to be captured because a family wanted to eat it with chips, custard and tomato ketchup!

I thought I would try this game out in Blogland. I will start the story and then pass it onto four blogs, then hopefully you'll continue the chain and we'll end up with all sorts of interesting stories.

The opening of the story was inspired by this toadstool picture I recently took while visiting Burnham Beeches in Buckinghamshire.

Once upon a time, only a fortnight or so ago, Bobo the Elf stepped out of his shiny red toadstool house. It was a warm and sunny autumn morning and only the calmest of breezes passed through his woodland home. Bobo was feeling rather peckish. He'd been awake all night repairing his special gold pocket watch and had eaten everything in his cupboard, so he set off to find himself something delicious to eat.

I would like to pass this creative writing challenge onto:

The Girl @ Just Me
Kate @ Domestikated

I look forward to reading your stories and hearing about the many adventures Bobo has as the plot develops.


  1. I hope that he finds a nice hot cup of vanilla rooibos tea and a scone with clotted cream and lemon curd... at least, that is what I would like right now! ;)

  2. Ha! I love this! I will most definitely do this although it might take me a couple of weeks to get around to it because I've no internet at home at the moment and work is busting my behind so I can't sneakily blog at work anymore!

  3. As he scuffled through the golden leaves, a tantalising aroma reached his nostrils. For all Elves have an uncommonly keen sense of smell, even ones like Bobo, who had been blessed with far more than his fair share of nasal hair. It was cake, and it was coming from not too far away.

    (Can we play in the comments? Next person feel free to carry on...)

  4. cool idea, I will track Bobo's progress.

  5. Ooh! I'll do this when I get a moment too. Thank you for thinking of me. I love your picture. xxx