Success Criteria Checklist

Planning:
Sequence of events using a storyboard - include a beginning,
middle and end.
Problem/conflict and Solution

Language:
Informal; simple language
Descriptive words and phrases (include SHOW not TELL)
Figurative Language (to make your writing come to life)
Dialogue

Characters
Simple characters described clearly - kings, queens, gods,
demons etc

Setting
Simple setting described clearly

Recrafting
Check for full stops, commas, speech marks and capitals
Check for paragraphing
Check correct spelling
Check for grammar - does it sound right?

Publish
Draft writing in writing book
Publish and share via Google Docs

Due dates:
Planning and StoryBoard completed by Friday, June 10 (Week 6)
Draft completed by Tuesday, 14 June (Week 7)
Buddy Checks by Friday, 17 June (Week 7)
Final myth shared by Tuesday, 21 June (Week 8)

My goal: Develop a tone or theme to my writing and write

consistently to match this theme or tone.
Once, there lived a brave girl called Asta, and her life was perfect.
The land was lush and food plentiful, and there was never war or

strife. The people of her village did roaring trade with other
regions, for they were skilled in many areas. But there was one
bad thing about Astas world, for though it was bright with
sunlight in the day, the night was as black as coal
One night while looking out of her bedroom window, Asta watched
the bustle and hustle of the winter solstice celebration. It seemed
as though the entire village had come to this particular event, all
holding lanterns and candles to light their way. Then suddenly, a
strong gust flew through the court, and it was thrown into
darkness . Shouts came from the square as people fumbled with
matches. The square was loud with the sound of people knocking
into things, splattering food and breaking merchandise. After what
seemed an eternity of darkness, someone managed to light their
lantern. More light sprung out of the deep black, and gasps
traveled through the crowd, as they looked upon their stalls.
vegetables were strewn everywhere, their pulp covering the
cobbled street like a carpet. Clothes were splattered with mud,
and there were as many broken pottery pieces as dead bodies in
a war. Asta felt angry as she watched the villagers cleaning up the
mess, and later as she lay in bed, she thought hard about the
deep dark black of the night.
Asta rose early the next morning, for she had a plan. She would
travel to The Carabus Cave, where the fire god Manay lived. Asta
did not like Manay one bit, for she had met him once before, and
he had been spiteful and greedy. He was very deserving of the
trick Asta was going to play on him. Before she set off however,
she would have to prepare. She woke up all her sisters and led
them, dreary eyed to the sewing room, high up in the tallest
tower.
I need you to make a cloth, so long that it will stretch from one
end of the earth to the other.

Her sisters looked at her incredulously. this task was quite a

challenge.
Asta left her sisters hard at work on the cloth, and went back
down to her room.
She packed her bag, ready to put her plan into action, and then
sat waiting for her sisters to finish.
Late into the night, Asta went up to her sisters, and found them
fast asleep, a deep blue cloth lying next to them. Asta took the
cloth and then hurried out into the darkness of the night.
It was over many hills and valleys, blazing deserts and icy
mountains that Asta travelled until she came to the caves of the
fire god Manay. She rested for a while, and then proceeded into
the caves.
Manay was easy to spot. In the centre of the first cave was a ball
of light, which slowly came towards her.
Who goes there, came a husky voice, do you bring fire?
It is I, Asta of the north
Where is my gift of fire? he asked
I bring none, bu-
Asta was cut off by a howl of rage
NO FIRE?
Please, listen. I have come to tell you of a bounty of golden light
high in the sky. As soon as I saw it, I knew i must come to you
straight away.
Manay growled impatiently as he strained his eyes, where? I see
nothing!
This fire is so deep in the sky that it can only be seen from the
tallest mountains and with the strongest telescopes. Now go
Manay, get it! If you dont go now, someone else will surely take
it
Manay growled that fire is mine! I must have it!

He ventured out into the immense sky, searching all around him.
Quickly, Asta unravelled the cloth, and threw it out over the sky.
She then got out a needle and thread and began to sew the cloth
to the earth. Suddenly, Manay turned round.
There is no fire here, only black, i- Arrghh!
He roared with rage as he realised what Asta was doing, and he
began running back to earth.
Manay ran. Asta stitched. Manay ran. Asta stitched.
She tied a knot at the end her stitching, just as Manay reached
the cloth.
you tricked me! he howled, throwing balls of fire wildly round
the sky. Asta smiled, picked up her needle and thread, and began
her journey back home.
All over the world, people stared in amazement at Manay, shining
through the cloth, and the little balls of flame all around him.
When Asta arrived home, an enormous feast was held in her
honour, and from then onwards Manay shone brightly through the
night, lighting up the night markets and festivals so that everyone
could enjoy them.
Today, Manay is known as the moon, and his little balls of flame
the stars. He still shines brightly through the cloth, hoping that
one day, someone will set him free.