‘ RETELLING OF A CLASSIC STORY

Goldilocks knocked once at the door of the house. Silence. She knocked again a little harder and peered in through the window. A nervousness washed over her as she glanced at the wooden floor that seemed to have an array of scratch marks piercing the wood. She would have left, but she was starving.

“H-hello? Is anyone home?” All she could hear was the howling wind from outside whistling through the creaky cabin home.

With a new confidence that she was alone, she dashed into the kitchen. She grabbed a spoon and hastily shovelled a spoonful of porridge that was left there into her mouth. It immediately sizzled and boiled her gums, she let it fall from her mouth and back into the bowl. Fanning her mouth, she went to turn on the tap for some water but nothing was produced. She spooned, much more cautiously this time, a mouthful of porridge from the second bowl and was slightly disgusted. It was cold and lumpy. She moved onto the last bowl, hoping it was less disgusting than the second and ate a mouthful.

She ate the entire bowl of the perfect, smooth and warm bowl of porridge at the end of the table. As she trekked through the woods, an insatiable grumble had been gripping and stabbing her stomach. As a result, she felt weak and nauseous, but that horrible feeling was finally gone. However, after a surprisingly filling meal she needed to lie down.

Goldilocks wandered up the wide tall staircase of the cabin and reached a bedroom. Trying her best to stay awake she blinked rapidly to keep her eyes open, but eventually her exhaustion got the better of her and she fell asleep in the smallest bed.

A thundering crash from downstairs woke Goldilocks up and she panted looking around frantically. Hovering over her was a small bear. She held her breath as it sniffed at her. She squeezed her eyes shut as her golden locks were blown back by the breath of the bear. It stood on its legs, looming over her and opened its mouth. Before she could stop herself she grabbed the bedside table and smashed the bear over the head with it. It stumbled backwards letting out a moan of fear and cowered in the corner. A large splinter of wood was poking out of its head and blood trickled from it.

She ran from the room, trembling as she went and checking back that the bear wasn’t following her. She nearly slipped down the stairs and gripped the bannister about to run but she came face to face with another bear. This one was much larger, not massive, but still big. She froze in her place as the bear, much like the first one began to stand up on two legs.

Goldilocks slammed her foot into the bear’s chest with as much force as she could muster. The bear was teetering on the top of the staircase and it fell backwards and tumbled all the way down. It hit the bottom and wasn't moving so Goldilocks took this as her chance to run.

She wasted no time sprinting for the door and just as she broke free and got outside, she glanced behind and there coming out of the door was a beast. A bear larger than anything she had ever seen before. It was roaring and staring her down. Teeth brandished as it snarled and drooled saliva down its furry chin.

Goldilocks sprinted as fast as she could but the pounding on the ground behind her made her heart rise into her throat and she was sure she was about to vomit! Her tired and weak body pushed her along but it was hopeless, her knees ached and her legs burned. She was throwing her body into her stride, trying to make as much distance between her and the beast as she could. She didn't dare look back. As she reached the treeline, Goldilocks stumbled and slammed onto the ground, the wind being sucked from her. She felt a hot breath on the back of her neck, tickling her skin and inching closer to her.

The forest echoed with a roar, birds fluttering and branches shaking.

Goldilocks entered the woods but never came out again. Stories were told of what happened to the girl: some say witches and evil spirits got her. Some say she got lost and starved to death; others say the beast in the middle of the woods must have killed her, the one they can hear roaring through the trees but no eye has ever seen. Everyone had a theory but no one really knew what happened to Goldilocks. The truth was hidden from everyone, so her life became nothing but a fairytale.