Story Cubes

What are the odds of being able to be inspired indefinitely?  Pretty slim I would say.  Recently I was given this brilliant “toy”.  I say toy, but it’s not going anywhere near my child just yet!  Story cubes are basically dice with pictures on – you throw them and make up a story from the pictures showing.  The possibilities are great!
 
Here are some of my throws:
 
Story cubes

Story cubes

 

Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

 
What story would you come up with? 

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 17

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Seventeen 

It was a weekend and the inn was packed with people looking forward to not working tomorrow.  Pete and the Captain were sitting in a booth watching the comings and goings, sipping their ale and looking like the regulars they were.  Faces around them were familiar, people they had known forever – the strangers stood out like sore thumbs.  Two young lads were standing at the bar with untouched tankards in front of them.  One of them broke away from the bar and started moving around the groups of tables asking questions and moving on to the next.  He arrived at the table where Pete and the Captain were smoking their pipes. 

“I’m sorry to bother you people,” began the young man very politely.  The two men looked up through the smoke, squinting against the bitter smell of tobacco.  “My brother and I are looking for our sister who’s been missing this past week.  Might you have seen her?”

“Missing girl you say?  Well now I don’t think so…” pondered the Captain.  “What does she look like?”

“Ten years old.  Long curly hair, green eyes.  Listen, it’s a small village.  If there’s a strange girl wandering around you must have seen her.”

“Pete, have you seen anyone?”

“No Captain.  Not me.  No unusual girls around here.”

“Well thanks anyway.  We’re moving on soon – trying all the villages along the coast.  She always wanted to go to sea, so we’ve assumed that she sneaked onto one of the boats.  She’s always been more of a boy than a girl anyway.”  Anthony looked glum as he rejoined Lucas at the bar.

“Brothers.  That makes sense – it sounds like Frankie.”  The Captain said to Pete.  “What should we do?  Should we take them to her?”

“They seem to care about her if they’re going to all these lengths to find her.”

“Right.  Let’s finish up then and be on our way.”

They finished their tankards and took them back to the bar.  As they put their tankards down on the bar, they reached across Anthony and Lucas and the Captain muttered under his breath.  “We’ve seen her.  She’s safe.  Wait five minutes and follow us out.”  They waved their goodbyes to the innkeeper and headed out. 

The brothers looked shocked and delighted at the same time and watched the older men walk out of the pub.  They drank up quickly and jumped to their feet, paying no notice to a man in the shadows, who was taking notice of their every move.  His cap was pulled down to hide his scars but his sharp eyes missed nothing.

Catch up on previous chapters here: 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16

Inspiration for a new story!

I love this poem by Rudyard Kipling and it’s given me inspiration for a new story – coming soon! 

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse’s feet,
Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark –
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don’t you shout to come and look, nor use ’em for your play.
Put the brishwood back again – and they’ll be gone next day!
If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining’s wet and warm – don’t you ask no more!
If you meet King George’s men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you “pretty maid,” and chuck you ‘neath the chin,
Don’t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one’s been!
Knocks and footsteps round the house – whistles after dark –
You’ve no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
Trusty’s here, and Pincher’s here, and see how dumb they lie –
They don’t fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!
If you do as you’ve been told, ‘likely there’s a chance,
You’ll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood –
A present from the Gentlemen, along o’ being good!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark –
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Them that asks no questions isn’t told a lie –
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

Rudyard Kipling

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 16

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Sixteen 

There was a knock at the door.  It was Pete.  “I thought you’d want to know, Captain.  There’s someone asking questions about the body – the fellow.  Nothing about a girl though.  He seemed to be more interested in a missing boy, about ten.” 

“Good work, Pete! Keep your eye on him whoever he is.”

“He won’t be hard to miss, Captain.  He’s an ugly fellow.  Scars all the way across his face.”

“What did you say?  Scars?”

“Aye, from his eye down to his lip, and crossing from nose to ear.  Nasty…”

“Keep an eye on him.  He’s got something to do with this.  Frankie has just told us about a fellow with scars across his face, but he thinks she was a boy.  We can’t let him find her, Pete.  We’ve got to keep her safe – she’s been through enough.”

 ***

“There are questions being asked on the boats, Captain.  People looking for a missing girl.  What should we do?  We haven’t told anyone about her being here, but somebody will find out about her soon.  You can’t hide her forever.”

“Who is it who’s looking for a girl?  It can’t be the same people – they thought it was a boy they took, not a girl.”

“They seem like decent fellows to me, young chaps.  They have their own boat and it looks to be decked out with fishing gear.”

“Maybe we should have a chat with them?  We’ll meet at the inn later.  Is Scarface still here too?  I’d like a look at him too.”

“Aye, still poking his nose in.”

Catch up on previous chapters here: 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15

Alice and the Cheshire Cat

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Continuing my “Alice in Wonderland” theme with the fabulous Cheshire Cat!  Just let go and follow any road into Wonderland. 

Alice and the Cheshire Cat

Alice and the Cheshire Cat

Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”

The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” Alice answered.

“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland