Short story: ‘A Magnificent Meeting’

I never in a million years thought I’d experience something like that, but there I was, drifting lazily in the sapphire blue sway, face to face with one of the most majestic animals in the world.

Aunt Alberta (extended description)

There she stood: Aunt Alberta. Looming ominously in in the doorway, a rotund shadow with a straw-like crop of greying hair, quivering and wafting atop her bulbous, perspiring forehead. To say she was overly fat would be a lie. To say she was beautiful would be an even bigger lie.

Short story: ‘The Pond’

Elizabeth Fox wasn’t what you would call a ‘planner’. At only 20, she was spontaneous, bright and breezy, free and easy, meandering through life, just enjoying whatever came her way. While other girls her age were concerned about going to university or getting a career started and settling down, Elizabeth was happy with her life just as it was.

Poem – ‘Shouting Politics’

As the election battle begins in Britain, the party leaders are fighting tooth and nail to get their various messages across, win all important votes and secure their place as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

Short story – ‘The Statue’

To say The Statue had seen many things is a bit of an understatement. She had lived many lives and witnessed both the highs and lows of life. The good times and the bad.

Standing silently atop her mossy, time-worn pedestal, The Statue looked through the thickening brush that for years upon years had increasingly turned her once proud home into a leafy tomb. Once again she found nothing to rest her weathered yet beautifully pale eyes on.

For years she had stood like this. Alone.

Poem – ‘Happy Halloween!’

Happy Halloween!

Short story – Rupert the Incognito Owl

Have you ever found yourself getting overly suspicious whenever you see an owl? It’s those big eyes and twisty heads. Terrifying, I’m sure you’ll agree. But let’s pause for a moment and look at if from an owls point of view. Or more specifically Rupert the owl’s point of view.

Short Story – Mr Man and his Crocodiles

There once was a man. And Mr Man was his name, if I remember correctly. He used to spend oh so many hours just cavorting around, care free, running here and there, to and fro, pandering to every whim his little old head could muster. But one day…dot dot dot…something happened.

Poem – ‘If I Was an Astronaut!’

Several years ago I decided that I’d write a book of childrens poems. It started off well enough but due to having a short attention span I only managed to write a few! (Although I do intend to go back and write more one day!) Anyway here’s one of my first attempts at a childrens poem.

Poem – ‘Bird’