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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 3

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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 3

Ed directed the team to sit around a large dining table in the middle of the zone foyer. The medieval effect had been created with lit candles all around the place, including two large candelabra on the table, and plenty of hay spread all over the floor. The chipmunks all sat down on long benches, three to each side of the table, while Ed took the chair at the head. 'Welcome to my home, team,' he said. 'Please, help yourself to an apple if you're hungry.' The table was indeed dressed with real apples; Theodore picked up two and offered one to Eleanor. While they were both tucking in, Ed went on, 'You are doing very well indeed. You have eight crystals – that's forty long seconds in the Crystal Dome. Now, I'd say you've got a decent chance in the Dome already, so would you like to spend the rest of the time just relaxing at my place?' 'No!' chorused the chipmunks. 'Are you sure?' said Ed. 'You could all have a ride on my horse Bert if you'd like.' 'We'd rather try and win

The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 2

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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 2

'Gather round, gather round!' Ed said invitingly as he stood in the middle of the sandy floor, and the six chipmunks obediently fanned out in front of him. 'Welcome to the Aztec Zone. It is now the Sixteenth Century, and at present Chief Montezuma the Second and the Spanish invaders are getting on like a house on fire! Of course, that's all about to change, but not until tomorrow; today, we can hang around here for a bit and play a few games. By the way, feel free to loosen your jackets because it's jolly hot here, I know!' The chipmunks all tittered quietly through Ed's talk, clearly enjoying themselves. He went on, 'Now then, team, you are not doing badly at all. Three games played, two crystals won and no lock-ins. So then, Captain Alvin, who shall make the next attempt on a crystal?' 'We'll have Jeanette play a mystery,' said Alvin. 'Aha, a mystery for Jeanette!' Ed said excitedly. 'Follow me, all of you!' The Aztec Zone was simply laid out, with three cells on each

The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 1

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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 1

The Chipmunks and Chipettes were walking home from school together when they saw Dave at the front gate, waving and beckoning to them. Theodore waved back enthusiastically and quickened his pace to get to Dave first; the two greeted each other warmly, but when the other five chipmunks joined them, Dave dispensed with the pleasantries and said, 'I've just had a phone call about the six of you, from a TV production company in England. They want you all to appear in a special charity episode of one of their shows.' 'What kind of show?' asked Alvin. 'What charity?' added Theodore. 'It's a children's charity,' said Dave, 'and it's a game show.' 'You mean like a quiz?' Jeanette asked hopefully. 'No, not a quiz,' said Dave. 'It's sort of a... well, it's hard to explain, but they're sending us a video tape of a few episodes so you can get the idea. They're going to get it here as fast as they can – they really want an answer as soon as possible.' 'Maybe you'd better call them back

Babar the Tyrant: A Found Poem

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Babar the Tyrant: A Found Poem

Babar left the Great Forest for a town. He stared at two men walking in the road, and a very rich old lady who knew at once what he was thinking: I mean to stamp about and smash everything! She trembled and said, 'There is lots of money in my purse.  Take it.' 'Now,' said Babar, 'I can buy myself the clothes I want.' Babar came to a big shop and bought wonderful clothes to wear. On his return to the Great Forest, Babar gave the King of the Elephants toadstools full of poison. 'He will soon be dead,' said Babar. 'Our dear king is gone,' said Cornelius, the oldest elephant. 'We must have a new king,' and there was Babar, waving his hat. 'I wi

Clerihew: Jurassic Park's T-Rex

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Clerihew: Jurassic Park's T-Rex

Rexy May not be sexy But she is by far The best Hollywood star.

Clerihew: Autumn-Hills

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Clerihew: Autumn-Hills

Autumn-Hills Has a number of skills, Many of which are displayed in his gallery, And others at school while he's earning his salary.

Clerihew: Schmendrick the Magician

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Clerihew: Schmendrick the Magician

Schmendrick the Magician Bettered his position. He possessed the right virtues all along, But boy! did he get that tree escape wrong.

A Clerihew in Pilish

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A Clerihew in Pilish

Pi's a pain. I, again, Typewrite in Pilish. Quite (you agree?) cleverly, amazingly stylish.

Clerihew: The Big Bad Wolf

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Clerihew: The Big Bad Wolf

The Wolf (called 'Big Bad') Is hopping mad Since his eating (as an animal must) Has become a symbol of animal lust.

Clerihew: Aneurin Bevan

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Clerihew: Aneurin Bevan

Aneurin Bevan Must have a place in Heaven. Or perhaps, tormented, he wanders the Earth, Appalled by the NHS funding dearth.
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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 1

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The Chipmunks and Chipettes Crystal Maze Special 1

The Chipmunks and Chipettes were walking home from school together when they saw Dave at the front gate, waving and beckoning to them. Theodore waved back enthusiastically and quickened his pace to get to Dave first; the two greeted each other warmly, but when the other five chipmunks joined them, Dave dispensed with the pleasantries and said, 'I've just had a phone call about the six of you, from a TV production company in England. They want you all to appear in a special charity episode of one of their shows.' 'What kind of show?' asked Alvin. 'What charity?' added Theodore. 'It's a children's charity,' said Dave, 'and it's a game show.' 'You mean like a quiz?' Jeanette asked hopefully. 'No, not a quiz,' said Dave. 'It's sort of a... well, it's hard to explain, but they're sending us a video tape of a few episodes so you can get the idea. They're going to get it here as fast as they can – they really want an answer as soon as possible.' 'Maybe you'd better call them back

Argentinosaurus Got Your Back

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Argentinosaurus Got Your Back

Big.  A lump o' flesh... 'Everybody we expect today has their especial innermost monster regarding his or her physique.  Your change, my friend... what you did... remember how it changed everyone's ideas?  Confidence is critical!' Remember?  Sure.  A sauropod's horrors.  I should comically ask Annabelle Abydosaur how conifer feeds a diminutive, teeny sauropod... No.  Everybody's beautiful, whether tiny, humongous, huge, mini, small... everybody.  So I've discovered.  Biggest dinosaur!  I affirm this cavalierly indeed!  To remember before is forgetting newfound knowledge Annabelle embedded inside me: everyone coruscates. I've been terrible

Babar the Tyrant: A Found Poem

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Babar the Tyrant: A Found Poem

Babar left the Great Forest for a town. He stared at two men walking in the road, and a very rich old lady who knew at once what he was thinking: I mean to stamp about and smash everything! She trembled and said, 'There is lots of money in my purse.  Take it.' 'Now,' said Babar, 'I can buy myself the clothes I want.' Babar came to a big shop and bought wonderful clothes to wear. On his return to the Great Forest, Babar gave the King of the Elephants toadstools full of poison. 'He will soon be dead,' said Babar. 'Our dear king is gone,' said Cornelius, the oldest elephant. 'We must have a new king,' and there was Babar, waving his hat. 'I wi

Clerihew: Jurassic Park's T-Rex

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Clerihew: Jurassic Park's T-Rex

Rexy May not be sexy But she is by far The best Hollywood star.

A Clerihew in Pilish

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A Clerihew in Pilish

Pi's a pain. I, again, Typewrite in Pilish. Quite (you agree?) cleverly, amazingly stylish.

Clerihew: The Big Bad Wolf

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Clerihew: The Big Bad Wolf

The Wolf (called 'Big Bad') Is hopping mad Since his eating (as an animal must) Has become a symbol of animal lust.

The Girl Inside the Mirror

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The Girl Inside the Mirror

I kiss Aunty on the cheek as I go upstairs to bed, Read a chapter of my book, then lay down my sleepy head, Say goodnight to my reflection, for in every place I've stayed The girl inside the mirror is a game I've always played. I'm glad I'll stay all summer long – I love my Aunty so! We have such fun and do such things, wherever we may go. They tire me out, the things we do, but really I'm all right, Though the girl inside the mirror doesn't look like me tonight. Her eyes are getting wilder and her face is getting hot And her clothes are getting crumpled and her hair is in a knot. How sorely and how desperately she looks into my room,

Stay Away, My Lads

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Stay Away, My Lads

You all have heard the legends of the singers of the sea; Well now believe them, lads, and heed my words if you love me. There's evil in a woman's heart who whispers of a tryst, And you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notion Of following a mermaid to the bottom of the ocean. You all have heard the legends of the maidens of the land; There's evil in a woman's heart who beckons from the sand. Beware of drifting boats that hold a damsel lost in mist, For you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notio

The Price of Bread

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The Price of Bread

They were late.  Harriet waited at the quayside, her sack of bones hanging from one hand as she lifted the other every twenty seconds to look at her watch.  They weren't safe if the Emperor didn't need them anymore.  Perhaps he was bored of his island and had decided to wade to the mainland.  Not right then, of course; she'd have seen him.  But soon.  Just such an impulse must have seized him when he'd left his old home and found his way down to theirs.  Then again, perhaps he hadn't been bored, only hungry.  Human beings had been few and far between up there, or so she'd heard.  Harriet sucked on her lip, wracked with worry.  Could he be tha

The Plastic Surgeon

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The Plastic Surgeon

Yes, madam, I can certainly give you the face you've always wanted. For a small extra charge, I can even guarantee that she'll never try to get it back.

The Tartan Mouse

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The Tartan Mouse

The mice were getting ready for Christmas.  It had been small trouble to chew a little Christmas tree for themselves from the bottom of the big one by the staircase in the big hallway, and the merest stick from the garden did for a Yule log, and Wendy frequently sewed, which meant snippets of things with which Dusk and Dawn had made decorations. 'What clever little crafters your children are,' they heard someone remark to their mother, and they felt proud and puffed up for the rest of the day. All the network of skirting and stairwells looked magnificent.  The problem, of course, was food.  The mice lived on this and that throughout the yea

How the Panda Became Red

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How the Panda Became Red

There was a time when thousands of little black-and-white pandas lived in a pine forest, and beneath them grew all the bamboo they could eat.  In fact over the centuries they did eat it all, while the forest grew old, until only a few pandas were left starving in one dying tree. One day Trot, the youngest panda, climbed to the top of the tree and saw a bamboo forest newly grown on the other side of the river. 'Why can't we go there?' she asked. 'Because it is inhabited by bears,' said her father.  'Bears eat smaller animals alive.' The more Trot looked at the bears, the more she thought they did not look dangerous, so one day she used wha

The World's End

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The World's End

Where ravens feast on mortal sin, The world ends at a clifftop inn Whose greeting is a fleshless grin From pirates' gibbet at the door. This lonely structure is adorned With bodies of those men unmourned, With sign proclaiming Ye be warned, And always room enough for more. Our story, though, tells not of this, This feared, this known, this bland abyss, But rather of the promised bliss A spyglass offers to these men. For if, once fear has gripped his mind, Our pirate's hand, then eye should find The spyglass hidden just behind The rotting gibbet post, well then... Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies, (That is to say, the fellow tries,) En

The Ghost of Emily White

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The Ghost of Emily White

The cemetery never changed, or at least not very much.  The trees and hedges were trimmed every few years, and when Scott was six, they started turning off the water butts in the winter because the pipes froze, and so did the streams that the local boys used to make by overfilling the water butt at the top of the part that sloped.  The weather changed, of course, and the plants and the animals with it.  Sometimes a new grave was added.  When Scott was ten, his grandmother was buried there. Sometimes he popped in to see her on the way home from school, just as he always used to.  He missed being able to see and hear her, but it wasn’t s

The Girl in the Pantry

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The Girl in the Pantry

Joe had always been frightened of Grandma’s kitchen.  It was the only house he knew of that had a pantry, and in the pantry there was a ghost.  This was certain.  Whenever he stayed overnight, he heard someone running to and fro inside its walls, beating on the door and crying with the voice of a little girl. Once, he had dared to open the pantry, thinking that perhaps one of his schoolmates who lived nearby was doing it to scare him.  When he opened the door, there was nothing to be found but a chilly, unsettling feeling.  It was the cold of the entire kitchen, always there but not worth thinking about, until

The Karma Train

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The Karma Train

‘There is nothing worse than going to school by tube!’ said Alice. James had no reply.  They were hanging onto a pole in the middle of the carriage, swaying and bumping into each other, and into people on their way to work.  The train smelt of sweat, coffee and clothing.  The only passengers to acknowledge each other were those in school uniform.  The rest stared through each other, or over each other’s heads, expressionless and silent. ‘The next station is Southgate.’ ‘I’m never getting a tube again after school’s finished,’ said Alice.  ‘Well, not in the

NaNoWriMo 2013 Excerpt: Mr Andrews

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NaNoWriMo 2013 Excerpt: Mr Andrews

Susie seemed to sense Imogen’s misery on the eve of the start of term, and spent the whole night on her bed, curled up against her legs and sending a comforting warmth through the blankets.  Imogen went to sleep to the sound of Susie’s snores, and with the MDF smell from the dolls’ house filling the room.  She was glad to be reminded that she had a wonderful cat and a magnificent dolls’ house to come to, but this did nothing to dispel her terrible fear of Mr Andrews. In the morning, Mrs Clark gave Imogen a lift to school.  It was only a five-minute walk, but Mrs Clark was working that morning, and she g

Rose's First Year

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Rose's First Year

Rose was a present for Mrs Wakefield, who took her home in her pot and then placed her on the edge of a patio, in a garden overgrown with weeds. ‘What’s this, what’s this?’ the weeds chattered.  ‘A garden rose!  What will become of her?’ It was not the garden that Rose had imagined going home to, but it was a garden nonetheless.  She gazed out over the lawn, longing for the earth.  She wanted to dig into the ground with her roots and climb up the fence with her stems. Rose waited and waited until Mrs Wakefield came back with Mr Wakefield, a little girl and a ginger cat. ‘Just look at what the chil

Best Friends

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Best Friends

‘The trouble with humans,’ the cat surmised, ‘Is they think they know better than us. ‘For example, my friend, you and I get along, ‘And they think that it warrants a fuss! ‘They’ll insist that we never can live side by side, ‘And they boggle when you call me “brother”. ‘Well, I am no such thing, my excitable friend, ‘But still, we are fond of each other.’ ‘That’s right!’ cried the dog, and up she jumped, With a pant and a wag of her tail. ‘If I see a kitty, I try to make friends!’ ‘Yes, and you usually fail. ‘I confess w

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FF2: Aeolus

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FF2: Aeolus

Aeolus stumbled through the snowy forest, head bent, broken horn dull in the moonlight. Unicorn bones dotted the land between him and the Moon Gate. His heart was bloodless, his magic lost. He was undead and alone. Broken horned unicorns and the dead couldn't pass through the gate. One last time, he touched the stump of his horn to runes, praying for true death. Oh but then, they glowed. Aeolus the Swift and Senna the Wise, the last of the unicorns, thundered through the amber leaves. The invaders carried cursed steel, their horses shod with the same elven metal, too fast even for them. Caridin's laughter carried over what had been their sanctuary. Aeolus turned, rearing back. There was only one chance. This couldn't be the end. Not for them. Never for them. They fought. Oh, they fought. “Run with me,” Senna said. When she laughed, Aeolus felt as though his heart would burst. “No, chase me,” he said. He veered to

Bloom

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Bloom

Morning ferrets out the shadows from under the trees. It seems the whole world is one unending field of Queen Anne's lace. It's okay. I know, one day the flowers will grow over me, too and all the molecules of me lose their stubborn affections become lichen, beetle wing, fragrant bark. For now September settles warm and soft as a hen, the dew turns it all a rosy gold. My heart twists and aches so gently, so sweetly, it must surely bloom from it.
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Unboxing

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Unboxing

The children, as they always did, perched on the Stones for the Evening Telling. The Teller stood, face in white, Stick of Truths in his hands. When it was such, only the Teller could say stories and tell truths. All others were to stay silent unless called to respond. Even the Chief-In-The-Walls could not speak if he were in attendance, although tonight’s Telling was only for the children and Mums. Behind the Teller, the Burning Mums tended the Telling Fire. It kept the Teller in silhouette, and the children’s faces sweaty with its heat, hotter than usual tonight. The girls especially scratched at the cloth over their mouths.  
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An Eternal Cycle

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An Eternal Cycle

Living, Dying, Living, Dying, An eternal cycle we follow, Forgetting our lives as we go.

Lullaby.

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Lullaby.

Close        My beloved   your gelatin lids, unbind the strings of your orchestra heart, let Vivaldi and Bartok       and Pergolesi unplay unfinish their symphonies and undevelop to a single            sound. The pompeiis of the world mean nothing here. Your eruptions and disasters unvomit their winds and ashes To a lake like glass. like Love immersing. Falsehood warheads    dis s i  p  a  t   e around your meeting lashes and you curl inside yourself,       live, in a beauteous unperturbed Chrysalis.

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The World's End

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The World's End

Where ravens feast on mortal sin, The world ends at a clifftop inn Whose greeting is a fleshless grin From pirates' gibbet at the door. This lonely structure is adorned With bodies of those men unmourned, With sign proclaiming Ye be warned, And always room enough for more. Our story, though, tells not of this, This feared, this known, this bland abyss, But rather of the promised bliss A spyglass offers to these men. For if, once fear has gripped his mind, Our pirate's hand, then eye should find The spyglass hidden just behind The rotting gibbet post, well then... Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies, (That is to say, the fellow tries,) En
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I am romantic about childhood, and about past times. I love children's books, and my favourites include Watership Down, Little Women, The Secret Garden and many by Roald Dahl. I'm also a great fan of the Brontë sisters, and Jane Eyre is right up there with those children's classics.

I like a lot of things, such as history (especially the Tudor family story and Boudica) and historical fiction, legends and fairytales (witches rule), poetry, art, the history of art, animals and nature.

DA-wise, I have perhaps become best known of a writer of children's fiction, but sometimes I try other things as well. I've also received a certain amount of praise for my ghost stories. We have an awesome community here, so friendly and encouraging, and I try to be a part of that. This being the case, feel free to ask me anything (within reason), and thank you so much for visiting my page.

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Michelangelo, Monet, Matisse.
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Jurassic Park, Psycho, Little Women (1994).
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Extreme Ghostbusters, The Addams Family, Blackadder, Bucky O'Hare.
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Watership Down, Little Women, Jane Eyre, The Witches, The Secret Garden...
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Louisa M. Alcott, Roald Dahl, Sally Nicholls, the Brontë sisters and many more.
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thank u very much for faving again Rosey. Heart bum  
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Thanks for the fave!
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Thanks for the fave on "one drum from oklahoma"! :iconredsparklesplz:

Thanks for the fave! :bow: :hug: :love:

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Thanks for the watch! :D