Children's

“Ants!”, screamed a pretty, blonde haired croupier as the little silver creature on the end of her elegant nose gazed up at her, waving its tiny ant antennas and snipping at the air with its mandi

We were pirates on a flat boat in the pond.

It is Sunday. Today is the day. I am sitting in the back of Ms Stuart’s red Peugeot, staring out at the grey-green smudge that is England’s countryside through a drizzle.

There’s a man who often walks our street,
He’s got chickens legs and two webbed feet,
He’s got bees knees and ostrich thighs,
With fishes lips and two cats eyes.

There was a pirate octopus
who had four wooden tentacles;
he sailed the seven salty seas
in a boat built out of barnacles.

From lobsters, crabs and cuttlefish,
he made his fearsome crew

Look, little kittens, up at the sky.
Can you see the black cats sitting upon high?
The stars are their eyes all shining bright
as they watch over good little kittens in the night.

The meeting takes place in
The Blue River Song peak
Created by the giants
Kostbaar and lieve

ZROG is a word

ZROG a word

ZROG word

ZROG-"Burp!"

that eats up other words.

The only word that a ZROG doesn’t like eating is petunia.

ZROG –“Yecch!” PETUNIA

When two

Two brothers sailed from the isle of muck,
They took a silver coin for luck,
A barrel of laughs and one of beer,
And a miniature mule to carry their gear,

Golden Goose Eggs.

Houdini’s Cat

Houdini tapped his wand
upon his magic hat,
said hocus-pocus and
then conjured up a cat.

The cat picked up the wand
and tapped Houdini’s beard,
said hocus-pocus and

High in the Himalayas lives a Yheti;
a baby one with hair long as spaghetti.
Some call him the abominable snowman
but he’s not abominable to no man.

He is a very friendly kind of creature

I do not copy anyone, all of the stories are from my own imagination. I wrote the stories for a friend that has children.

The book opens with two friends about to enjoy the start of the school holidays but the persistence of an occurring dream soon sees their friendship come to an abrupt end. a witch that’s not meant to exist, a powerful guild from a parallel world and the kidnaping of a fledgling Wind Rider, spiral the summer holidays out of control.

“This boarding school was established a hundred years ago. It’s a beautiful old building set in stunning grounds.

IT wasn’t even what she said to me. It was how she said it. The manner. Every word was meticulously chosen, as if one misplaced verb might shatter me into a million fragments.

A nice short story about a hedgehog

Oh, crescent moon, so there you are!
You’re a pleasant sight to see,
like a hammock hung between two stars.
Have you any room for me?

Like a kayak high up in the sky
for a cosmic Eskimo

Mrs Padstow was very eccentric, everyone said.

How his reindeer saved Santa