I have already put a post on about the inspiration for this story and it comes from The Smuggler’s Song by Rudyard Kipling.
I think that this is a great poem, full of vivid images for a child’s imagination! In fact for anyone’s imagination! My story will be about the little girl who hears the Gentlemen go riding by – here is a bit of the opening for you! And of course the poem itself.
THE NIGHT HORSES
The thundering sound of horses careering through the dark night woke me up last night and I itched to open the curtains and peek out. My father’s stern warning paused my hand from pulling them back. “I’ll beat you black and blue if I hear of you telling about horses in the night.” Not an idle threat with my father. My mother just pleaded ignorance. “What the eye don’t see…” was one of her favourite expressions. My curiosity was going to get me into serious trouble one of these days, or so I kept being told. How was I supposed to resist? I tucked my hands under my body and lay on them to prevent myself from reaching for the curtain. I made a funny fish shaped lump under my sheets with my hips sticking up in the air, as I stared at the dark ceiling. Continue reading →
I love creating characters and this one is one of my favourites – he’s for a fairy-tale style story, but he has to be the most vain, useless and inept knight going. There is also in the story a magician, a witch, a fortune teller and of course a hero/heroine.
He sat in a glamorous knightly pose. He checked his reflection in his sparkling armour and brushed an imaginary fingerprint away. His “How To…” book was open at his favourite chapter about rescuing princesses. His white steed was grazing alongside the meandering stream. Willows dangled prettily. It was a perfect scene for rescuing a damsel in distress. His silver armour shone to perfection. He ran his finger under the collar. Wearing armour was hot work. He picked up his shield and checked his reflection. He looked good, better than the others anyway. Hair – blonde and recently trimmed by Manuel (his stylist). Stubble – just showing. It gave the girls a thrill and it looked like he’d been too busy slaying dragons to shave. Physique – tough. He worked on his thrust and parry daily. Overall – brave because of the sword, gentle because of the poetry reciting and the rose he carried (silk because he’d taken so long to find a damsel in distress that any normal rose would have wilted with boredom). He surveyed the competition around him – a field full of knights just like him.