CHRISTMAS MEATING by The Artful Scribbler aka Rick Haynes Larder quickly padded to the front door when he heard the familiar voices. These visitors were always welcome especially when they brought Dolly with them. She may be a small dog but cuddling up together in his large bed was warming on even the coldest of nights. And, when everyone retired upstairs, the fun could begin. Chase and Chew was the best game. Larder would grab one end of the bone and Dolly had to take it away. Dolly won most times as her bite was stronger than Larders. After all the preparation earlier in the day, Larder knew, that once again, this was a special event. And if he remembered correctly from last year, his fami
Author Bio The author’s pen name Voinks began many years ago. It started as a joke then gradually spread through the family, so it was an obvious choice when her first book was published. Despite receiving her first rejection letter aged nine from some lovely people at a well-known Women’s magazine, she continued writing intermittently until a freak accident left her housebound and going stir crazy. The completion and publication of her first full length novel helped to save her sanity during those difficult times, and saw the start of her new career. Now firmly hooked, a second traditionally published book gave her the confidence to self-publish her third. In between writing her longest nov
Rosemary Dight. I grew up in Greater London near Twickenham Rugby Ground. Single mum of two children, I retrained as a teacher. After 22 years with very small children I took early retirement and travelled extensively I enrolled in a creative writing course five or six years ago and have enjoyed exploring my imagination ever since. A CHRISTMAS WISH Holly picked up the letters from the doormat. "More Christmas cards," she muttered to herself. "Bound to be from people I've forgotten." She flung the envelopes on the hall table and glared at the Christmas tree glittering away in the corner of the sitting room. Noel must have switched the lights on as he left to drop the children off at school
BLURB Thinking about a new short tale, the word Zebra came to mind. But how could I write something a bit unusual? It didn’t take too long for the words to flow but something nagged away inside my head. Eventually, it came to me. Why not write a piece of flash fiction together with pictures? A picture book if you like. Thus the idea was born and I am proud to present - Earn Your Stripes. But you know me. There is always a twist at the end. Enjoy! EARN YOUR STRIPES The day of the annual gathering had arrived. The road for many had been long and hard, yet now, all the animals of the vast plains stood quietly, awaiting the coming of the King. The mighty elephants stood sentinel; the antelopes a
Bio David Owen David is a member of the Hampshire Police Male Voice Choir. He also plays the piano badly and supports the charity ‘Hearing Dogs’ as a volunteer, looking after assistance dogs when they are puppies and prior to their advanced training when they will eventually provide companionship and assistance for profoundly deaf people. David has been writing poems and crime stories for many years mainly for self-enjoyment. He is a member of the Denmead Writers’ Group under the wizardry command of Carol Westron who seems to be able to inspire the whole group to excel themselves in their writing. When David is not singing, bashing the ivories of walking dogs, he can be found at his holiday
