This is an idea I’ve been playing with. The dragon is a man who had been turned into a lizard, and is clever enough to make a living while he is a lizard. He uses smoke and shadows to appear bigger than he is and he successfully scares the villagers so they don’t bother him. The girl is not afraid of confrontation with a dragon and doesn’t fall for his tricks. The lizard needs someone’s help to exact revenge on the warlock who turned him into a lizard.
Life couldn’t get much worse. She was staked out in front of the dragon’s lair waiting to be burned to a crisp. She sighed and puffed her hair out of her eyes. The sun was rising over the mouth of the cave. If the blooming dragon didn’t turn up soon she’d be roasted alive by a different fire source. Her hair was red and her skin was white, rapidly turning pink. Getting a tan wasn’t part of her life. She squinted up at the hessian rope tying her to the stake. Maybe the sun would burn through the rope and she would be free? She puffed again, this time in exasperation. What had she done to get to this point in life?Continue reading
Coloured in by my 3 year old son at nursery and the caption reads “I like nursery because I like listening to the stories”. Happy Mummy 🙂
If you’ve ever submitted anything to a publisher, you’ll know how many rejections you get! It’s so nice to get a positive response…watch this space!
This was written half inspired by a daily commute and half by random thoughts of escaping from the daily grind.
The electric doors hummed open and a blast of fresh air hit her in the face and she really believed for a moment that she might step off the train. She believed that she was ready to face the truth. The platform was grey, the skyline was grey, the buildings were grey– it was suffocating. Her head spun and she grasped the door frame trying to breathe, but the greyness was cloying. She heard the tutting and sighing in the distance as she blocked the exit with her bag in her hand.Continue reading