The Cloud who learned to hug
Tiny cloud was small and thin. He wished to be big like those giant clouds rolling around the sky.
Maria
I trundle about in my medium garden closely followed by one hedgehog loving black labrador and an elderly collie x husky who love strawberries and fruit. Between real life must do's and dreaming, I write stories for children and those with a romantic soul.
Daily Writing prompt:
The moment when I realised I was officially an adult is unforgettable. I was eighteen and was on my way to my first official job as a reception/book keeper in a hotel in Southern Ireland. I proudly said goodbye to…
Childhood relived by this question.
Which author would you love to have dinner with? Roald Dahl, I came to know his work through my children. Bedtime stories were a must back in the 1990’s when tv was a rare treat especially for kids of 6…
Daily Writing Prompt
If my future self could send me one sentence, what do I hope it would say? Well done for believing in the power of you, and stepping forward to do the task in hand. I write this as I am…
How Breeze got his name
“Breeze, is a funny name for an ogre. How did you get it?” Fairy Tulip asked. A squirrel was hopping over and back across his knees. Breeze made a funny face. The squirrel took fright and ran away. Breeze said,…
Grandparenting!
Help! Grandparenting is an important, serious job. I know. I get it. The world and its aunt know that we, the grandparents, are in charge. But how do I tell the grandkids this? I try. I consistently try. Sometimes I…
Irish sayings that make us smile.
I created a blog page on this children’s book page to encourage me to continue writing. I should have stated from the beginning that I am Irish. I was born and bred in Ireland. This might explain why some people…
Daisy and Lisbeth Save the Day
Daisy and Lisbeth, two young fairies, were playing when suddenly a quivering mess of colours caught their attention. They crept close. “Its a ball with the air escaping” Lisbeth stated. “No, its not cos it keeps lying still. It must…
Lovisma A Teenage Witch
It was quiet in Mudpile Wood. Not a single buzzing bee was around. Suddenly, a loud rustle made Breeze jump to his feet. It must be a big mouse. I hope it is not a bat, Breeze thought. He liked…
Breeze the World’s Friendliest Ogre
The trouble with trees. Breeze loves to sit in trees. In general, Ogres hate trees. From his seat in a tree that sits alongside the river, he is hidden. This means Breeze can see everything that is happening in Mudpile…