"The Snow Spider" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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The Snow Spider

Lucy was trudging home in her elephant and rabbit Wellingtons and bright red coat, when she suddenly came across a most unfamiliar sight; a spider was on her bedroom windowsill, staring at her as though she was a delectable tiramisu.

The spider was jet black with strange, blood-red markings on its abdomen.

Lucy ignored this after a while, thinking it purely coincidental that it was upon her windowsill.

When inside, she called to her mum to tell her that she was home.

Lucy flicked the switch on the kettle and spooned two spoons of cocoa into a mug.

She brought the mass of liquid gold and steam onto the worktop and squirted mountains of whipped cream onto the top; she added miniature marshmallows and chocolate shavings to the cream.

She brought the mug to her lips and sipped; the cocoa was only mild to her in this terrible cold, it felt as though she was having a cold bath in the blazing summer as it trickled down her throat.

She took off her coat, scarf and Wellingtons and went upstairs to the computer in her room to play online hangman with her friend, Meggie.


There was a rapping at her window; Lucy turned her head and forgot all about Meggie and hangman.

The spider was at her window, a bright web was spun above it, and it had mysterious writing on it:
I am with you,
Lucy,
I watch over you,
You may say,
In a way,
I am the queen of snow spiders.

“Spiders can write, and…snow spiders, it looks like a black widow…it…oh my god!” she gasped, nearly in a babbling fit.

In front of her was a beautiful woman, she was wearing a flowing, glacier blue gown; her hair was long and straight and snowflake white; her lips were the same color as peaches.

“Yes, Lucy,” she said “I am the snow queen, or, as you saw, the snow spider. I am your god-guardian; like a protector, an Ancient of the Christmas descendants”.

“But who, where, why are you here?”

“I thought it was time you knew me, I am, after all, your god-guardian, a descendant of the Ancients of Christmas.”

“Are you the queen in your world or…”

“No, I am just an ancient, though the religious people of my world believe me to be the daughter of the phoenix. They are, you must see, Shia’rians”.

“Shia’rians?”

“Followers of the Phoenix, it is she who is the maker of the world, no, she is the world, the core, the centre of the earth”.

“Could you tell me the story of the Phoenix?”

“Of course, it began before two thousand and eight years ago… the Phoenix was a creator, she was a magnificent golden bird, the world she had created turned against her, tried to kill her.
But killing the Phoenix was impossible, it kept fighting back and killing thousands of her world.
The battle against her lasted over a hundred years and the Phoenix’s people imprisoned her in a cage so powerful that the sun couldn’t melt it.
Years passed as the Phoenix’s world crumbled and the people and creations died off or survived on cannibalism.
The Phoenix’s cage collected dust particles and atmosphere, stars and miniature meteors over the years and our plants and nature grew on it, into the place that we now call…Earth”.

Lucy was intrigued; the look on her face said it all.

“I must go now, the descendants are calling,” said the snow queen. “But I must tell you this, you must never tell anyone of me, for they will not believe”.

But the next day though, Lucy told Meggie, who, of course, did not believe; she stared at Lucy as if she had said “I saw a train eating custard”.

This concludes our story.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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