Poetry and stories, and possibly excerpts from some of the full books I have written for youngsters, of various age groups.
I have written quite a few short stories for children aged 5-8, and for slightly older ones (7-10 yrs).
I am also well over halfway through a fantasy trilogy (or maybe a duology) for ages about 10-14. The only problem is, I really am not sure what genre it should be placed in - should I call it straight fantasy, 'post apocalyptic,' or 'steam punk,' Gothic maybe, it's really a bit of a mix of them all with some (innocent) Romance included. I need help deciding where to place it? Any ideas?
I have written and illustrated (with simple line drawings) a series of short and humorous poems about animals for younger children. I am sure they will work well together as a complete book. Some of them are complete nonsensical ones, others are almost riddles, some describe the animal's features.
I have the line drawings for the poems, but haven't figured how to get them onto here yet. Will try to soon though.
HERE'S THE FIRST POEM, LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT?
Fat and round and grumbling,
The puppies they go tumbling.
Tiny Munchkins, blind and deaf.
Small in the hand, sweet of breath.
Squeaking and wriggling, with tubby tums.
Little miniatures of their Mum.
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Here's another animal one. About a mouse this time.
In our house,
there is a mouse,
and he eats all kinds of food.
Biscuits, oats, jelly, wheat,
butter, cheese and Doggomeat,
cornflakes, carrots, toys and shoes,
soap and clothes and even glue!
Mum and Dad get really mad
when something else gets chewed.
They say they're going to catch him.
But if they do, he'll die.
So I'll keep him hidden in my room,
and feed him apple pie!
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Here is a short excerpt from the first book in my fantasy/post apocalyptic Trilogy, aimed at children aged from around 10 - 14 (of course reading abilities vary so much at these ages don't they, so it could be read by other ages also, that is just a very rough guide.)
It is a short section from Chapter 2, where the heroine of the books, Dhara, whilst still a very young child, has wandered away from her nursemaid, Mathair and entered the Forest alone.
I do hope you enjoy reading it, please let me know what you think?
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THE EYARTH TRILOGY. BOOK ONE. (Excerpt from Ch2)
The child watched and listened, fascinated, trying to put names to all of the sounds she was hearing, listening with ears which; even at this early age were tuned in to a different beat of Life than most of the People. She was able to pick out the quietest rustle in the undergrowth and immediately interpret it.
There, a Teledu, snuffling and bumbling around, searching out grubs, it's sharp claws scraping at the stones and pulling up roots. Above, high in the canopy, an Eyas on her chicks; waiting for her mate to fly back in with some small creature for the little ones to tear apart. Dhara loved to hear the pretty, lilting song of the Tui, a tiny, dull coloured bird with a voice so large and a song so incomparably beautiful it could move even a strong warrior to tears.
The savage sounds of a sudden animal fight made her jump, turning in the direction from which the sounds came she began to follow them. Snarling, spitting, growling and screaming filled the air. As she came closer, Dhara became aware that there were only two animals, Tree-chats, she could pick out the tiny differences in the tones between the two voices as they argued over something, a bob-tailed rat perhaps, or a mouse.
Tree-chats were particularly vicious creatures, living solitary lives in the deepest parts of the Forest, only coming together to mate or to fight to the death. Standing almost a metre high at the shoulders, with rounded heads, short, pointed ears and huge, yellow eyes, the few that were left guarded their territory fiercely against all comers. And Dhara, still a non-ager and still just a little unsteady on her feet, was heading right into the territory of one of them.
As soon as she knew she was close enough, Dhara used her powers of imitation and gave the little, questioning chirrup which one Tree-chat gives another when wanting to meet. Almost immediately the fight stopped. The whole Forest became silent, holding it's breath. Dhara hesitated, then she chirruped once more. Suddenly, from almost right in front of her, a Tree-chat exploded out of the undergrowth. It was snarling ferociously, it's striped yellow and black coat standing on end, making it look almost twice its size, its long tail, normally slim and shiny, was bushed out so that it resembled a yellow and black cactus.
Dhara's heart beat faster, she had been warned about Tree-chats and told they were bad tempered and dangerous. Now, she could see it for herself at close range. The creature began slowly walking towards her, stiff legged, back arched, huge fangs bared. Fresh blood and cuts on it's face and shoulders told Dhara that this was one of the fighters and it was still very angry.
Slowly, as it advanced on her, Dhara retreated.Tree-chat and child stared right into one another's eyes. Dhara felt its anger and realised for the first time the serious danger she was in. Her retreat was cut short by a large tree. She flattened herself against it. The animal's eyes narrowed as it gathered itself ready to pounce. Dhara slid slowly down to the ground, arms over her head, in an effort to protect herself. She heard the beast launch itself and held her breath, waiting for the certain pain to come.
A low hum and a rush of air from behind the tree. A sickening, crunching, sound and a heavy thud that shook the Forest. Something warm and solid landed against her stiff, small, curled body, the stench of fresh blood was strong.
She felt herself being pulled to her feet and dragged away from the still twitching body of the Tree-chat. She was half dragged, half carried for some distance before being dumped unceremoniously to the ground.
Mathair was angry. She ranted and she raved, she stormed and she stamped around Dhara, the child knew though, that much of the shouting was due to the fact that Mathair had been scared. Almost as scared as Dhara had been. Then, something which she had heard as the Tree-chat had charged, came back into Dhara's brain.
"But what killed the Tree-chat, Mathair?"
The nursemaid stopped her ranting and looked down at the little girl.
"Whose arrow?" Dhara had seen no-one else.
"Mine." Mathair said quietly, then pulled at a thong across her shoulder, from behind her there swung a small crossbow.
"I didn't know you were Warrior," Dhara breathed as she reached out a small trembling hand to touch the weapon, a beautifully crafted and carved smaller version of the crossbow which the Warriors of the Clan carried.
"Warrior, no. Nursemaid to Warrior, yes. I have used it on only very few occasions, always only to protect that che-al in my care at the time. Come now."
Mathair shrugged the weapon back onto her shoulder, grabbed hold of Dhara's arm and marched the subdued child back to the Village.
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Thank you for reading this. I have completed the first of the three books, I have about 20,000 of the second, and the third is in progress. I have the general plan, but not many words down for that yet, I think I know where it is heading though. To a satisfactory conclusion, with all the ends from all three tied up neatly, I hope! Then the hard work will begin, as I try to find a publisher for it.