NB Thanks to all the people who've commented so far, I have edited the piece accordingly.
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Gingerbread
Once upon a time, in a remote village surrounded by woods and mountains lived a family: Susan, David and their twin children, Harry and Grace. If you know twins, you’ll be aware that they don’t always get along, but Harry and Grace were not like other twins, not at all.
Harry and Grace spent all their time together and despised being apart. If a teacher ever dared to separate them or scold them for passing notes, something bad was sure to happen to them. Their first teacher, Mr Golden, made the mistake of trying to separate the twins in class; that day Mr. Golden’s car brakes failed, he crashed into a tree and died. The twins’ next teacher was Miss Fine. Her motto was ‘if the child errs, the child should be punished’. After giving the children detention for talking in class, Miss Fine mysteriously fell down a flight of stairs.
Occurrences such as these soon became commonplace around the twins and the adults in the village began to leave them to their own devices. The other children avoided playing games with them, disliking the twins’ eerie vacant stares and whispered conversations between one another. It was not just the villagers who were wary of the twins, but the their own parents. At home the atmosphere was tense as Harry and Grace’s parents tried hard to please the children, fearing that if they angered them something bad would happen to them.
One night as the twins’ parents lay in bed, they aired their worries about the twins and began to concoct a plan, “We have to get rid of them,” Susan muttered.
“What?” cried David. Despite his fear of the children, he still loved them and always had hope that one day they would be loving, normal children.
“You know it’s our only option. Our children are evil!”
“Evil? Susan, how can you say this? They’re our children! Surely it’s just a phase they’re going through? They’re growing up, we can’t turn our backs on them.”
“Remember the fire, David? The fire brigade couldn’t confirm it was arson, but you must admit it was suspicious. One minute Mrs Macready is telling them to stop throwing stones at her house, the next minute it was burnt to the ground. The best thing for us, for the village and for the children is to let them go.”
“So what do you suggest we do? Put them up for adoption? Get them fostered?”
“No. None of that. Adoption agencies won’t separate two children from their natural parents unless they absolutely have to. Besides, our children have a reputation in this village, no one will take them. We’ll have to rid ourselves of them another way.”
“How? You’re not suggesting murder?” David asked incredulously, with wide eyes and slack jaw.
“No, not murder! But you know as well as I do that the children are… special. They’re self-sufficient in their own way. I suggest we leave them in the woods. We’ll give them some food to last them for a while, but leave them deep enough in the woods that they can never come back.”
“But what if they can’t take care of themselves? This is practically murder! It’s abandonment! We can’t do this to our own children!” David argued in hushed tones.
“It’s the only option we have. They can’t stay here anymore. We’ll set off tomorrow morning and walk as deep into the woods as we can, then we’ll leave them there. I promise you, everything will work out for the best. We’ll tell the villagers that the children ran away, everyone will be so happy to see them gone that they won’t question it,” whispered Susan.
“I guess we have no choice,” David resigned and rolled over to sleep, thinking of his children tucked up in bed, unsuspecting of their fate the next day.
Little did they know, the children were not sleeping. They lay in their beds, side-by-side, staring at the ceiling, listening to every word their parents had said. Grace turned to look into Harry’s grey eyes; Harry mirrored her in both actions and appearance, and they began to make a plan.
The twins woke at dawn the next day, dressed and went down to the breakfast table as their mother began to dish up food for them.
“Eat up children. Your father and I have decided we should all go out as a family. We’ve packed some bags and we’re going to go for a walk in the woods, won’t that be exciting?”
The children stared blankly back at their mother and for a moment her chest tightened as she feared their reaction to this news.
“That’s fine, mother,” answered Grace.
“Sounds delightful,” Harry concurred without smiling; the twins simultaneously lifted their spoons and finished their cereal.
Half an hour later the family set off into the woods, and surprisingly, the twins were smiling and talkative.
“Mother, look! A butterfly!” Grace would shout, her face aglow with happiness.
“It smells so wonderful out here in the woods,” Harry said happily, whilst sniffing flowers.
David couldn’t believe the change in the children and whispered to Susan, “Perhaps we shouldn’t leave them out here, after all?”
“We’ll walk until night time and then decide,” she replied, untrusting of the children’s new attitudes.
And walk they did. As the sun began to dip below the mountains Harry and Grace continued smiling, and their parents began to reconsider their plan. Unfortunately for them, the twins had not questioned theirs. Now they were deep in the woods, the twins’ parents walked a little way ahead of them. Harry picked up a large, white lump of stone and Grace grabbed a sharp shard of rock that had fallen from the mountains. Harry walked slowly behind his father, gripping the rock in his hand.
“Dad?”
“Yes, son?” David asked and turned around to face him, but was confronted with Harry’s stone. Harry began to beat him over the head with it, smashing his father’s skull and crumbling him to the ground. Susan screamed, she threw her hands to her face, peeking through her fingers to see her dead husband lying on the leaf-littered floor.
Grace turned to her screaming mother and said, “His death was quick, but yours will not be. You shouldn’t have tried to leave us. You took us into this world, now we will take you out.” Grace jumped on her mother, pushing her to the floor, and began to stab her repeatedly in the stomach and breast. Susan screamed again, but there was no one around to hear. When Grace’s arms began to get tired, Harry smashed the white stone on his mother’s face and she was dead.
“What do we do now, Harry?” Grace asked casually, looking down at the crushed skulls of her parents.
“We find somewhere to live,” he replied, dropping the bloodstained rock to the floor. “We can live without them. We never needed them anyway, come on.” Harry took her hand and they walked away, leaving the two corpses behind them.
After a short walk the children found a stream and washed the blood off their hands, faces and clothes.
“Hey, what’s that?” Harry pointed to a pillar of smoke rising from the trees.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a campfire? Let’s go see.”
The children followed the smoke, but to their surprise they didn’t find a campfire, but a small cottage. From far away the house looked like it was made out of sweets. The gutters resembled pink icing, the doorframes and windowpanes looked like candy canes and the walls like gingerbread. The children looked at one another, unsure whether to believe their own eyes. They ran to the house, hungry and ready to eat away, but when they reached the gingerbread walls they could see that they it was just wood. The icing was just a painted gutter; the windowpanes and doorframes merely striped.
“Why, it looks so… so… sweet-like,” Grace stuttered.
Bemused, they stared at the house, and as they did, the gumdrop-like doorknob began to turn; the door creaked open a crack and someone peered through. Then, the door opened wide to reveal a woman so large she looked as though she would burst out of her clothes any second. Her multiple chins and buxom bosoms were so obese it looked as though she had no neck.
“I thought I heard voices! Why I can’t believe my eyes, you’re just children! What are you doing here in the woods? No one ever comes out this far. Are you lost?” she asked in a choking voice.
“Yes. We went on a walk with our parents, but a bear came and ate them. We managed to run away, but now we’re lost and orphaned,” Harry lied.
“You poor dears!” the woman cried, raising her hands to her face in shock. “Please, come in, come in.” She ushered the children into her house, and they looked around in surprise. The sweet exterior of the house was horribly deceiving. The inside of the house was dilapidated, the wallpaper was peeling, the floorboards were creaking, and there was an odd smell or rot and damp. The corridors seemed so tiny the twins were surprised that this obese woman could fit through them. They followed her into what they could only assume was a living room, but it was hard to tell as the floor was covered with half-eaten food, empty wrappers and dirty plates. The large woman plonked herself into a chair, picked up a slice of cake from the armrest and shovelled it into her mouth.
“Sit down, children,” the woman spat. The twins looked at each other, then at the sofa, which was stained with old food and seemed to have some sort of fungus growing on the cushions.
“No thank you. We want food, and we’re tired,” Grace said, standing quite still and staring at the fat woman. The woman began to feel uneasy as the two stared unrelentingly, there was something about these children, an odd glint in their eyes and a strange ethereal vibe about them.
“Food. Yes, of course,” she forced herself out the chair (which took several minutes) and then led the children to the kitchen. The kitchen was enormous! The twins’ mouths gaped as they looked around. There were hundreds of cupboards, all busting at the hinges, packed with food, and a fridge and a freezer: all equally gigantic. What the children were most enamoured by was the furnace in the centre of the room. It was so large it took up half the room, it was oval shaped with a large chimney raising up towards the roof, and the twins remembered the smoke they had seen that enticed them to the house in the first place.
“Why is your oven so big?” Harry asked.
“I tend to cook large meals.”
“Your oven is so big I bet you could cook ten meals in there all at once,” he said.
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“Your oven is so big I bet you could cook up a person,” Harry suggested and a strange smirk spread across his face.
“Yes… perhaps,” she replied with unease.
“Can we see inside it?” Grace shouted and wandered over to the looming door on the oven.
The fat, old woman watched with surprise as the children opened the door and peered inside.
“Wow! I’ve never seen anything so big! Harry and I could practically live in here. How big are the flames?”
The woman looked at the children, who turned to her with grins from ear-to-ear. She thought to herself, “Look how happy they are. These poor children just lost their parents, and here I was thinking malicious thoughts about them. If turning on the fire will make them happy, then I will start the fires!”
“Let me show you, children. I’ve never had guests before, so I never suspected that my oven could be so interesting.”
“Oh yes, we’re very interested in fire,” Harry smiled with glee, as the no-necked woman turned on the furnace.
“How exciting! Are you going to burn something in there?” Grace asked.
“Certainly. How about this?” and she picked up a rotting loaf of bread from the side and threw it in.
Grace shook her head, “No, that wasn’t big enough”.
“Okay, how about this old ham?” she asked, throwing in the ham with ease.
“Still too small,” Harry said, edging closer to the flames.
“I have just the thing!” the woman exclaimed, and waddled over to the fridge, opened it, and took out a goose the size of both the children, if they were to lie on top of one another on a plate.
“Perfect!” the twins chirped, jumping up and down with excitement.
The woman carried the goose over to the furnace and leaned forward to place it on a tray. She teetered by the door - carefully balancing the goose - sweat dripping from her forehead into the flames below.
The children stood behind her rear, took deep breaths and then charged. They shoved the heavy woman with all their might, toppling her over into the flames. She screamed, and tried to turn around to reach back out, but the twins were too fast. They locked the door behind her, and although the oven was large, she was larger, and could not twist around to try to open the door.
She screamed loudly to be heard over the hiss and crackles of the fire as the flames slowly cremated her, and the children watched with delight until there was nothing left but ashes.
“Now it’s our house,” Harry spoke nonchalantly as he took ownership of the gingerbread house. Grace smiled sweetly back at him, and she knew that they would live together in the sweet-like house, and live happily ever after.
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In case you can't tell, I suck with endings, so any suggestions would be amazing! Thank you!
I know you want this story to be a fairy-tale like and I tell you, it's really good.
You know, the parents are totally unbelievable for me. 
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