Children's

"Oh, that's a lovely bracelet, David . Where did you get it from? It's gold isn't it?"

Poem based on thoughts of childhood and inspired by a song called When I was Younger by You Me At Six, and a song written by Evanescence called Field of Innocence.

At the AbrakaZebra crossing stands the magical Lollipop man and children and fairies and other folk who wish to cross over into Fairytale Park beyond, with its silver swings and shimmering golden See-

“You must get a haircut. Tomorrow,” mom said yesterday. “Your mop needs a trim.” Now tomorrow was today. What to do?

The first part of my first long children's story about the adventures of The Sqwobbits. You might want to read the earlier-posted introduction to The Sqwobbits to get the general picture...

"I know " said David. And faded away before their very eyes.

short story

The forum thread about children's stories prompted me to post this: the introduction to a series of stories I wrote years ago and shelved!

He would have done many great things in his life, I know you wont understand David but that boy must continue his life

Did you know that snow dances?
Frolics,curves,twirls and spins,
until it tumbles down and chases
all its pals to see who wins.
Those tall trees are in on it.
They play statues,ghostly lit.

"Don’t you see if I came back in time once I can do it again" David cried excitedly

Setting: The house (mouse hole) of Mrs Mouse and her children

Enter Mrs Mouse from off right. She looks anxiously around.

Mrs Mouse: Mortimer?! Mildred?! Where are you?!

"Flippin heck we would have been around there at that time last night if we had gone for our meal as arranged we would have seen it"

Oren was amazed as he looked upon the snail,
and was equally enchanted by the colours in his trail.

Thanks for all your help". "Don't mention it " said Simon "anytime".

Hercules woke up with a start early one morning. Something large was lying near him and making horrible grunting sounds.

This poem is about a boy in every school I have ever taught in and is in part homage to the late great CC.

"I am awake. You can be a real pest for a little brother. Besides, how come you stole all our blankets last night, Ryan?"

Jennifer Jane shut the lever arch file filled by her father with the loose leaves he’d always used.

Miss Bell had had a hard day teaching at the Witches’ Home and was wishing she could go home to her parents’ house and have a good rest.