Original Story ideas, waiting for waking
I looked back at the battered wreck of our aeroplane. The giant 747 lay at the end of its makeshift landing strip, like a fallen dragon; its last breaths forming plumes of smoke, which rose into the cloudless sky, even after defeat. A tell-tale passage of crushed
Sam clung to the branch of the tall tree, trying not to think about the swaying and buffeting the wind was inflicting on his furry coat, not to mention his stomach. Sam was beginning to feel a little ill. He opened one eye and squinted to see
Sir Duncan sat in the soothing warmth of the midday sun, absentmindedly polishing his leather saddle. The sun glinted off his shining armour, and warmed the leather straps which held it, taut against his muscular arms. His skin was olive tanned, and wore the patterns of countless
Gavin trudged towards the top of the high dune. The scorching sand made his feet sore, as they sank down with each step he took. Behind him he could hear the horse that had thrown him, as it sped off on its own, back to the hire
Melanie closed the door as the postman, whistling loudly, walked back down the driveway. She put the heavy parcel on the kitchen counter. It was addressed to her, but he had not ordered anything, and she couldn’t think who would be sending her a gift. Melanie grinned
Sarah and Tim loved swimming. They were both in the school team, and went to the same diving club, down by the docks. Although only twelve, they knew how to handle themselves both in and under the water. Sarah signalled to Tim that they had ten minutes
Alex winced as the thorns dug into the pimply skin on his cheek . He knew he must get the ball back. There was no way Jake would forgive him if he lost it, even if it was in his own back garden! He pushed his shoulder