I am a UK girl, dragon lover, wildlife
lover, fanatic reader and now writer also, and a bit of a dreamer. Coffee and
chocolate are my downfall, but I enjoy walking and running so that kind of makes
up for it. That’s my excuse anyway!
I never set out to be a writer, well not stories as such. I was a professional
singer/songwriter for 15 years, singing was always my passion from childhood. It
took a major change in my life to take me in the other direction. I suffered a
head injury which left me with no sense of smell or taste, this is called
Anosmia. It was such a devastating and life changing condition that I began a
blog as a way of releasing my sadness and loss. As I wrote I realised, not only
was it a therapeutic thing for me to do, but also that I loved writing. My
writing slowly came to life from there and as this happened I came back to life
too.
I now have a writing website, and also continue my Anosmia blog
alongside it. I am in the process of writing a fantasy novel and have written
some short stories in that genre also. Having taken a fantasy writing diploma
in which I achieved a distinction, I truly feel I have found my writing niche.
In a crazy way if my Anosmia had never occurred my writing wouldn’t have
either. I suppose even though I could have done without all that pain and heartache,
had I not gone through it I would never have found myself at this point.
Now I try to write every day weather it turns out to be good or not
so good I find it immensely satisfying. I want to take my writing to another
level now which is why I’m writing a book, and I’m so pleased with my short
stories. Maybe I’ll write an autobiography about my Anosmia one day. But for
now my fantasy writing world is enough.
Now You See Me (copyright is held by the author. Used with permission)
The grass was damp under his feet as in
his haste Rory had forgotten to put his shoes on. He walked over to the two
Gnomes his feet already starting to feel cold. “What are you two playing at?”
He whispered under his breath, “Are you trying to wake up mum and dad?”
“No, my grumpy brother here won’t let me
play with this bracelet, even though I found it in the first place.” Lawrence
said
“Let me have a look then,” said Rory.
Len the oldest of the brothers reluctantly handed the bracelet to him. “I’ve
never seen this before, where did you find it?”
“In the grass under the oak tree, where
the farmer grazes those silly, illiterate sheep of his.”
“Don’t be mean” said Milly, landing on
Rory’s shoulder, “they can’t help it if they don’t understand you, even I don’t
sometimes”
“That’s because you are a scatty little
Sprite!” said Lenny. Rory ignored the
bickering and put the bracelet into his jacket pocket. “I’ll give this to mum
tomorrow maybe she can ask around and find out who it belongs to. But enough of
this, my feet are freezing, it’s the middle of the night and I have school in
the morning!”
Crystal rubbed up against Rory’s legs.
“Where’s that dragon when you need him she purred, he could warm your feet up.”
“I’m not letting Casper near my feet
he’ll burn them.”
“Oh well just a thought, I’m off to see
if there’s anything to chase”.
“Did I hear my name being called Master
Rory?”
“Casper where have you been, and don’t
call me master you know I don’t like it”.
“Ok”, Casper shrugged.
“His feet are cold” said Milly “do you
think you could warm them up without burning his toes off?”
“No sweat, get it no sweat ha, ha, sit
on the path master,….um Rory and I’ll soon have them warm as toast.”
“I’d prefer them not to be toasted Casper, but
ok my toes have gone numb now.”
“Well it probably wouldn’t hurt if he
did burn them in that case,” Lawrence said.
Once Rory’s toes were warm enough for
him to walk back to the house, he dashed in before they got cold again.
Groaning inwardly he realized the whole entourage had followed him too. Crystal
was still out chasing things however. “At least that’s one less for now”, Rory
thought.
After a sleepless night Rory got ready
for school. “Thanks to you lot I’m done in this morning” he said. “I did try to
snooze but you were making such a racket even that didn’t happen.” They all
looked at him sheepishly as he stomped out of the bedroom door.
Downstairs his mum was making breakfast.
“Did you sleep in this morning love? You’re late for your breakfast.” His mum
couldn’t see Rory’s magical friends so he couldn’t exactly tell her the truth.
“Yes mum my bed was so comfortable, I
didn’t want to move.” He knew that was a pretty lame excuse but it would have
to do, he was too tired to come up with a more convincing one. After a rather
rushed breakfast, he grabbed his schoolbag and dashed off to catch the school
bus. “By mum,” he called hurriedly. In his haste he’d forgotten all about the
bracelet in his pocket.
Focusing on his lessons that morning was
almost impossible, but he tried to look interested before the school bell
sounded for break time. He want and hid out at the end of the school playing
field it was warm with a gentle breeze and he needed the fresh air to revive
him. He hadn’t been there long when a girl he didn’t recognize walked over to
him. She was small with short blonde hair and a stubborn look on her face.
“I’ve come over here for some peace and quiet” she said. “Those silly giggly
girls drive me mad!”
“Well you’re going to be popular with an
attitude like that.”
“I don’t want to be popular” exclaimed
the girl, “I want to be left alone!”
“Well don’t let me stop you” said Rory
and walked further down the field.
He hadn’t been there long when Milly
materialized on his shoulder making him jump. “Milly why did you make yourself
invisible, you know I’m the only one can who see you, and you lot”, he said
quietly as the others appeared out of the grass. “Why are you all here? I’ve
told you before not to come to my school.”
“Well you just said yourself you’re the
only one that can see us so there’s no danger” said Len.
“Anyway,” piped up Casper, “we felt bad
about last night so thought we’d come and cheer you up a bit.”
“Yes I suppose we are a bit sorry”
admitted Lawrence reluctantly.
“Ok you’re forgiven, but you’d best go
in case that grumpy girl over there thinks I’ve gone crazy talking to myself.”
“Ahh mmm too late” said Milly, “she’s
coming over.”
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