Chapter 3 The fox
“Ahrooooooo yip yap arooo!”
“Mia, stop it” Lizzie muttered sleepily.
“Ahroo yippy yappy roooha!”
“I said stop it”
“Ahroooh yip yippy yappy” Lizzie sat up and looked around. There was no one in her bedroom. “Yippa yappa roooooooaha” What was making that noise? “Roohaaaaaaaa” It seemed to be coming from outside. Lizzie raced to the window to have a look. By the rose bushes she could see a small fox with shiny orange fur and bright amber eyes. “Ahroooooooo.” The fox was making the noise. Lizzie picked up the clock on the table next to her bed. 6:45. She tip-toed down the stairs and into the living room. Lizzie felt for the key on the top of the bookshelf. Her fingers touched its cold metal. She picked the key up but it slipped out of her fingers. It clattered onto the floor and Lizzie froze. She was sure that someone had heard. After a while she picked up the key, went to the kitchen, slipped it into the lock, opened the door and went outside. Read the rest of this entry »
I recently entered another short story competition – this time for Inkhead. I came 3rd. The judge Lucy Caldwell commented:
‘A Hero Sits Next Door is a charming and witty tale, and an inventive take on the assigned subject matter. I particularly liked the description of the near- catastrophe of the packet of butter in the microwave… That was very inventive, as was the cat’s-eye point of view. Well done! I want to read more of the adventures of Benjamin Buttons!’
I was very pleased about it. Here is my story:
A Hero Sits Next Door
If you had to imagine a hero, not even in your wildest dreams would you come up with Benjamin Buttons. He was greedy, conceited, selfish and lazy. Oh, and he was a cat. Read the rest of this entry »
Earlier this year I entered the Radio 2 500 Words short story competition. My story got on to the long list but unfortunately did not make it to the final. Here is my story:
Wolves? In England?
It was Rosalind’s 12th birthday. Her parents owned a huge estate and we were all going on a treasure hunt, looking for chocolate wrapped in gold foil. There were eight of us; well, nine if you count Sandy the golden Labrador. It was a warm April day and Lizzie Evens had just found the fifteenth piece of treasure. Read the rest of this entry »
In February I entered the Chris Evans’ Radio 2 500 Words children’s short story competition. A few days ago I had an email to say that I had got through to the second round of judging. Hurray! There were 90,000 entries to the competition and only 3000 got through. I am now waiting to see if I get into the top fifty…
I will put the story up when I know.
Mr Elephant had something to say.
But the person to tell never passed his way.
This is Chapter 2 of my story Fox Friend which I am publishing on my blog chapter by chapter. Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 2 Ella’s story
“I was born as the youngest of five. The oldest was called Max (who was at university so we hardly ever saw him), then dear Willow, and then the twins May and Emma, then Julia and finally me. My mum had married twice the first time she had Max but then her husband died of cancer. She married again and with her second husband had all four girls although I was born after they split up. Everything was normal until my fifth birthday when Max got hit by a car. Although he recovered, he was never the same again. I may have told you that I had two cats called Leo and Angel, well it was about this time I got them. Angel later had two kittens called Ginger and Sophie.” Read the rest of this entry »