Ms Cheryl Diane Parkinson



Me and My Dragon.

Well, it may sound crazy, but I have a dragon. His name is Draco – means dragon… I think. But he’s mine, and I definitely have one. He breathes fire, and his breath absolutely reeks! It stinks mostly of raw rotting meat. He needs a giant toothbrush to brush those razors – I’m looking into it.  

He does have a bit of a temper – swears a lot, like dragons do. Turns the air blue sometimes! Which can be really funny to see as he is a bright emerald green! He is very beautiful so it’s rather colourful when he’s cross!

He lives… well… that’s kind of hard to explain. Draco lives under my bed, in my house, in my bedroom and makes quite a mess I can tell you! Does my mum mind? Well, here’s more magical stuff. She doesn’t actually see him. No-one does but me. Which is kind of good I suppose because it means he can go anywhere and do anything and it’s all fine!

The best bit about having a dragon? Is that no-one thinks there is such things as dragons, but I know of course, that there is. And the best thing, the truly best thing is when we decide to go for a ride. He will let me climb on his back and then he just leaps out of my bedroom window and we take off into the skies! It’s fantastic! The best feeling in the world is flying high above the clouds where no-one can get to you. Just you and your dragon. The sun is brilliant up there… did you know?

So what do we do? Me and my dragon? We escape mostly. Life can be tough you know. Especially in today’s modern world. It’s not like how it was in the olden days… oh no! Back then, kids just had simple games to play with, out in the street when bombs whizzed past your head. Yes, there was a war on, but kids could be kids… that’s what I’ve heard anyway. These days, there’s computers and mobile phones and technology and stuff like that which makes things harder. Much, much harder. Mum said they are ‘sexualising the young’ whatever that means. I think she means stuff like high heels and lip glosses and nice bags and stuff. I can’t see what is wrong with all that. I quite like bags – they can be very useful. Especially when you need to carry a lot of stuff when going away for a while. Rucksacks can be very handy when you are riding your dragon. They hang onto your back, while you hang onto your dragon. But, you probably haven’t got one have you? I would say you could borrow mine… but well, you can’t. Dragons don’t work like that. They are extremely rare, and like to attach themselves to individuals of their own accord.

Mine came to me when I needed him most- when they were fighting. When I thought my life was in danger, when there was no-one else to save me, Draco came along, grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, whipped me onto his neck and burst me out of there like a bullet!  

Glass smashed everywhere from the window he burst me out of making an awful mess! I was hiding in my room upstairs and they were coming to get me! I could hear their footsteps pounding angrily on the stairs – they are always angry these days. But I wasn’t scared when the dragon arrived. He looked at me. His eyes as big as saucers were glittering a magical blue – inviting me to jump on, and I did. I didn’t look back because I knew. He smashed the furniture out of the way, his jaws roaring as he did so, making an awful racket that made my heart sing with happiness. And we burst out of there!

I never looked back. I knew that looking back would be like a betrayal to my dragon and he would leave. No, never look back, only onward and upwards… up up up into the blue sky… and the beyond – it’s the only way to fly!


Witches and Vampires – a useful guide.

There is an idea that witches are fun. That they cast magic spells that tidy your room really quickly, or make feathers flutter in the air beautifully. And there is an idea that vampires are pretty; their skin glittering like diamonds in the sun, as if  they are the embodiment of precious jewels. It isn’t true. I hate to tell you, but you have been lied to. And oh! What a beautiful lie, but a lie nonetheless.

Vampires are the creatures of the Devil and they come flaming from hell. And witches, are the servants of that same Devil – the Vampires natural allies. And so, this book comes with a warning. If you are of a faint heart, if you like butterflies, rainbows and fluffy bumblebees buzzing around summer flowers, you ought to put this story down… this one is not for you.       

But, if you are anything like Amelia, brave of heart. Fiery and fierce…  you might want to use this book as a helpful guide to help you traverse the minefield of life, because whether you realise it or not…
Everything is trying to kill you.


The Girl Who Ate A Cloud…

the girl who at a cloud 1                                             the girl who ate a cloud 2 The red lights flashed 12.45am on the dash board of the car. It was dark. Mum was whizzing down the country lanes, trying to get home as soon as she possibly could. They were all tired. Amelia lay in her car seat – mouth hanging open, tongue lolling to one side like a dog. Jordon had his seat reclined as his snores filled the rushing quiet of the outside world in the car. Jessica was always the last to fall asleep. Mum called her a night owl. That always reminded her of an owl with headlights for eyes, light beams cutting their way through the darkness. It always seemed like a funny saying to her. Mum’s eyes were like headlights too. They remained fixed, never changing, on the running black road through the windscreen as black trees, bushes and sky seemed to rush by. Jessica grew tired. As she lay in her car seat and relaxed, her eyes grew heavy. She peered out of the window. Tiny blazing stars winked at her in the black through the distance. She imagined one suddenly falling out of the dark sky, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling towards the earth. Once hitting the ground, it would bounce harmlessly like a rubber ball but shatter, scattering splinters of tiny diamonds in all directions, shining through the black. And, she’d catch a stray one that would fly in her direction, and clasp it tightly in the palm of her hands. Its aggressive spale would glitter and shine as if desperate to burst out, lighting up her hands like a beacon as she kept it prisoner in her fingers. Mum sped on through the night. As Jessica relaxed into her chair, the thick mist gathered around the car as they raced on. Someone, she couldn’t quite remember who, told her that fog was just low flying clouds. Low flying clouds? She had never thought of clouds flying before… as if they had little wings that carried their fluffy bodies higher and higher in the sky. Perhaps they only flew low once they had eaten too much dinner – what did clouds eat anyway? Relaxing into her seat even further, she imagined that in their car, they were actually quite still and it was the world rushing past her window in such a hurry. Where might the trees be going? Perhaps they were running away from something, rather than to something. In her mind, she imagined them hitching up their bark like skirts, revealing skinny, spindly wood legs with roots as toes, sprinting along beside her car, and disrupted soil from their feet flying and tumbling in their wake. The fog thickened. Her window was cracked open. She thought of stretching out her hand and rolling the glass down further so she could touch the flying clouds. In a moment of inspiration, she pressed the button which controlled the window, and it rolled down. In floated a pale pink fluffy cloud, as if to say hello. It looked just like candy floss! And before she knew it, she couldn’t help herself, she took a bite! Well…. It wasn’t like what she was expecting. It was light, fluffy, and creamy and fizzed on her tongue. The shocked cloud drifted promptly out of the window. It looked very cross. It looked at her as if to say, ‘Well! That’s a fine thing to do when you first meet someone! Didn’t your mother teach you any manners!?’ But by then, Jessica couldn’t pay much attention to it because her tummy really, really hurt. It was like a million snakes were squirming around in her belly! It was like an elephant was tickling her insides with its long, rough trunk! It was like a big, clumsy tortoise was working its way down, down, down in her stomach. Trampling and rolling around. Forcing its way through tubes that were just too small for it! She groaned, and regretted eating such a big chunk of the cloud. Her hands found her tummy to comfort herself, only to find that it felt different! It was skinny! Like a tube! She looked down and was completely taken aback to see that she had a snout at the end of her face! She wanted to scream, but no noise came out! Her nose was long like a crocodile’s but multi-coloured, and she immediately knew that it was the cloud! The cloud had done this to her… perhaps it was magic, or perhaps all clouds did this to you. After all, how many girls have eaten a cloud before? Surely she must be the first. Examining her body, she saw that she was thin like a snake: skinny, boneless and long. Her feet were scaled with claws where her toes used to be, and her back itched. She turned to see what was irritating her back and was greeted by the most beautiful rainbow wings she had ever seen! Her heart leapt in joy and her body twitched in excitement. The window rolled further down, and before she knew it, she’d slipped out of the window! And just like a gravity defying cloud, she drifted out of the car and flew out into the cool night. Her wings snapped and flapped open like an umbrella as she undulated in the air like a water snake. The car below chugged along the black winding road; fog lights blaring though the clouds while Jessica snaked higher and higher and higher into the pink fluff. She opened her jaws and took chunks out of more unsuspecting clouds as she soared by, and giggled as they fizzed on her tongue. As she flew higher, the world below became more and more distant and the world ahead seemed as if a different planet.  Soon screams and shouts could be heard through the thick clouds, so she flew closer to investigate. Her ears pricked up as she heard yells of ‘Star bow! Star bow! Move it quickly before they get away! Look alive son! Look alive!” And through the pink fluff slowly emerged an enormous war ship with a pirates flag flying high! And as she looked, she saw another ship, slightly smaller seeming to be trying to run away from the pirate ship. Arrows flew in the air. “Fire!” was yelled as cannons flew through the clouds and disappeared into fluff. Jessica heard the crashing of wood and splinters as she knew that it made contact. Her attention was interrupted as someone shouted, “Dragon! Dragon!” For a moment, her heart stopped as she halted in the sky and all were silent. It was as if everything stood still. The silence before the storm. The still was finally broken by another voice shouting, “It’s a fire breathing dragon! Run for your lives!” Fear momentarily gripped her heart before she chuckled, unafraid, for she realised that SHE was the fire-breathing dragon! To test her fire, she thought of the burning furnaces within her stomach. She imagined it full of white-hot coal, and as she did so, puffs of pink smoke came through the tunnels of her nose and she knew she was ready. “Dragon! Dragon!” the pirate screamed at the top of his lungs as a volley of arrows whizzed past her ears. Jessica’s shoulder suddenly exploded with pain. It was as if her whole shoulder burst into flames and was burning ferociously. An ear-splitting roar filled the air and echoed through the misty clouds. Her jaws snapped wildly in anger when she saw an arrow sticking out of her right shoulder, before she responded by blowing blisteringly hot breath all over the pirate ship! She blew and blew and blew! Her mouth was like a hydrant but instead of water shooting it, it was roasting hot flames! In less than a minute the whole ship and all its pirates were burnt to a crisp! Jessica regarded the charred mess in surprise at her own anger and strength – but, after all… she was a fire-breathing dragon. She turned to the other ship and was greeted with whoops and cheers of approval. She smiled, but to them it looked as though she was merely showing all her gloriously white sharp teeth… to which they smiled back nervously. “Thank you so much Great Dragon!” One of the passengers yelled up at her. Apparently, she saved them from being robbed by the notorious pirates that regularly roamed these parts of the skies. It was soon made clear that the person shouting to her, was in fact, a prince! (of course) and he was very thankful to Jessica for saving them and their royal treasure. “Such a feat such as this one deserves a worthy reward!” he said. And from below the decks, the Prince brought out the most shiny, glittery sparkly diamond Jessica had ever seen in her life! Jessica was so grateful, she was actually at a loss for words (which to those who know Jessica, was extremely rare.) But he wasn’t finished. He offered her a job – Protector Of the Most Royal Family and all their treasures. What an honour! Jessica was overwhelmed with gratitude, and was terribly sad that she had to decline. “After all,” she said, “I’m only 10 and I really ought to be getting back home… well to my car anyway.” Naturally the prince was very disappointed, but said he understood. So with that, Jessica said her goodbyes to the Prince and his crew and snaked her way downwards, through the pink fluffy clouds towards the car that her mum was driving. It was easy to spot from so high up. Her mother, eyes still fixed in the road, was concentrating as she drove down country lanes and trees ran past with their skirts hitched up. Jessica was beginning to feel very sleepy herself now after all her adventures, and so she slid in through the open window, snaked herself onto her car seat and closed her eyes. And, as she fell asleep finally, the corners of her mouth twitched in a smile as she thought of her mothers’ reaction when they finally reached home. She would park the car in their driveway, crunch on the gravel path to the back car door, open it quietly only to find a snoozing multi-coloured dragon with magnificent wings, snoring where she left her daughter Jessica! Now what would she say to that!? J


The Legend of Asosia ( I -so-sah) Sigh-La and Valerie Earth Song.


Who can see the wind? She is invisible but you still know she’s there. How? You can feel her. You can see how she affects other things around you. She whispers through the leaves, mutters past the gutters, gurgles though the soggy drain pipes and sighs over mountain tops -she even bites through the cold.

She is everywhere.

I am going to tell you a story. But before I do it, I need you to do something for me. You need to lie flat. You need to unfurl your curls. You need to expand your irises beyond comprehension to let me in. You know the bends and the folds in your brain? You need to iron out those creases with the strength of your will. Once you do that, you are ready. Ready to hear my tale.

Imagine where we are in the world. Imagine time as an infinite line. Do you see us? You, sitting there, eyes shut and listening attentively. And me.

I am flat, and wide and infinite. I can see all, and I see us on this time line floating in the black. Now, remove yourself from it. Watch how the glowing line twangs and snaps in the darkness. Can you see the light that buffets the line? Pull yourself away, further and further back… faster and faster and faster until you can hear infinity whipping past your ears. Do you see us now? Do you see our planet on that precarious line? Balancing like a pale blue precious pearl in the velvet dark on a glittering, shimmering time line. Beautiful isn’t it?

Now – zoom back down, down, down to the earth… careful! Don’t get dizzy now. Then we rewind.

Let’s go way, way, way back… to the time before now, the AD before this AD. But this isn’t far enough… we need to go back to the long necked dinosaurs; the razor sharp teeth monster mouth and the laborious long lizard. Past the lush green forests and the winding azure blue that He was most proud of. And then we go back farther still to BC to Adam and Eve. And although you never imagined that you could go this far back, although you imagined that this was the beginning – this was not. Adam and Eve was just one beginning, I am taking you back to the one before that. For before there was mankind, there was Man and Woman, and before that still, there was Woman – The Supreme Being.

And before there was Eden, there was The Whistling Woods.

The Whistling Woods were a legend that most don’t know about, and they did exactly what it sounds like they did. The world was made in harmony. The trees whistled a melody that was harmoniously blended with the song of the birds of the sky and the beasts of the earth. Everything sang and was joyful – for that was His intention.

But there was something missing…. He decided to create a being that was supreme. He would make it intelligent, wise, kind and caring. He poured into it all of his best ideas. He would make it resourceful, strong of heart and mind, and sturdy. He would make it soft yet hard, it would be vulnerable yet strong – lean and lithe. It would be His best creation to date: Woman.

This Woman came to be known by the name Aisosa of the heavens, for she was beautiful and wise beyond your human comprehension. She was all He imagined that she would be.


An extract from ‘Melia’s Magical Moggy and the Pumpkin incident…


In an instant, he waved his little black paw and Melia felt her world growing… or rather, she was shrinking. Excitedly she remembered when he had transformed her into a lady bird, but desperately hoped she wouldn’t be a dung beetle again.

“Well come along! I haven’t got all day! You’ve got wings…use them!” and with that he hopped back onto the window sill and flew out. Flapping what she hoped were pretty little wings, she followed him. As she did so, a buzzing filled her ears. Glancing at her reflection in the window pane before flying into the sky, she saw what he changed her into.

“A mosquito! Why not a little bird… a sparrow or something like that?” the cat flashed his wicked sharp teeth at her.

“Really? You think a bird would be a wise choice? And they say humans are intelligent creatures…” sighing to himself he slowed down and flew beside her.

“Where we are going, you do not want to be seen. Seeing as you insist on coming along, I have made you as inconspicuous as I can.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means just don’t get in their way, and don’t get noticed!”

Melia managed to keep up with the moggy as they flew to a wood that she knew as the Wily Woods and onto a less familiar setting…Hantree Forest.

There was a full moon and as they flew closer and closer, Melia felt her little heart flutter in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. Whichever it was, she didn’t really get time to think about is as she glanced down into the unusual shaped trees to see dozens and dozens of witches gathering around a fire with an enormous cauldron bubbling away.

“As you can see… a dangerous position for any mortal, never mind a child, so keep your wits about you. There’s my witch closest to the cauldron. I have duties to perform. You can watch.

And with that, they drifted in silence towards the chattering lot.

Moggy’s witch looked like what Melia thought witches looked like. She was green with an enormous wart on the end of her nose. She wore a black cape, a long black skirt with a tatty hemline, had stripy red and black tights on, black ankle boots and on her head she wore a large black hat. They were all dancing around the cauldron and making a really loud racket. Melia watched as sparks of pink, green and blue whizzed out of the cauldron.

Suddenly the cauldron burst to life and a pumpkin flew out! It, whizzed into the air and spun around while the witches howled and hooted in glee. Hats were thrown into the air in celebration and to Melia’s surprise, she saw that the witch’s hair didn’t float downwards like everyone else’s, but flew upwards towards the sky!

“Happy Halloween!” they cackled one after the other. It was then that Melia noticed a black cat come out from behind some bushes, perched on a witch’s broom. He drew closer to the fire and waited for his witch to hop on.

“Off into the night’s sky, where the moon is riding high!

Off to meet our destiny and the child who hears our cry!”

With the mention of a child, Melia froze in fear for it was a well-known fact that witches hated children. In fact, in some books, she had read that witches could sniff children out… that they smelt revolting. But then, she was a mosquito, so surely she as safe?

“Through the night as black as fright, as black as sin, as black is white!

Through the air on Hallow’s Eve, through the clouds astride our steeds.

Melia landed on a nearby branch above the fire to listen to the witches chanting. And as she watched, other cats materialised from the bushes in puffs of pink magical dust – a cat for every witch… and in their paws, they held broomsticks, or perched on the end of one, all waiting for their witches.

The fumes from the fire smelt sweet like sugar, and Melia felt herself getting very dizzy. She decided to fly lower and landed on the pumpkin that had flown out of the cauldron before the chanting started. It was leaned up against a tree. She saw a witch close by her singing. Melia watched as the witch’s ugly features seemed large and swirly as the tiredness began to take hold. The pumpkin seemed enormous and bright orange in the firelight. A wand leaned under the pumpkin and it was then that she had a brilliant idea.

Why couldn’t she do a little magic too? How hard could it be? Pink and blue sugary flames befuddled her tiny brain as her mosquito feet landed on the white tip of the wand. But instead of muttering any magical words that she thought she knew, her mind was filled with the enormous orange pumpkin. And before she knew it, sparks flew out from the wand!

Whizzing and popping in all directions! Pink, blue and gold fizzed and crackled as silver balls sprung out from the tip! Squeaking in shock, she fell off the wand. Flapping her tiny wings, she flew frantically to a small branch and hid behind it to watch.

The silver balls began to grow and grow and grow!… they slowly turned orange, and when they were large and Melia recognised them as pumpkins! Pumpkin after pumpkin began rolling along the floor like gigantic marbles, towards the fire. Rolling in circles, banging into each other, bumping into witches’ feet, while the wand spat out more and more silver balls that were rapidly growing into more huge orange pumpkins!

“Uh –oh…” she whispered to herself as she watched as the area became overrun with rolling pumpkins. The witches looked around confused. Where had they all come from? Some of them didn’t care, hopped onto their brooms and took to the skies, and some waited and watched.

“Helga!” one witch shouted with yellow eyes and long black hair that floated up into the midnight blue sky. “That’s your wand! It’s gone crazy! Why haven’t you got it under control?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my wand!” Helga shouted back angrily. She was just about to hop onto her broomstick where her black cat was perched obediently at the tip before anyone could begin to blame her when her moggy hopped off! He carefully strode towards the wand that was still shooting silver balls. His sleek black fur shimmered in the moonlight and firelight. Side stepping the rolling pumpkins, he strolled towards the wand and very closely towards Melia who was hidden behind a bush, she held her breath.

“Helga… HELGA!”

“What?” she shouted angrily….

“You’re a witch…” her cat calmly said… “Tell me… what do you smell…?”

Suddenly the forest fall quiet. The silver balls stopped growing, the pumpkins stopped rolling…the wand stopped sparking and the fire stopped crackling. The silvery moon rode high watching silently.

“I smell … a child…” At her words, it was as if electricity was in the air. The tiny hairs on Melia’s little body stood on end. The witches that had taken to the skies heard all the commotion, they swooped in loops down on their broomsticks, trailing golden magical sparks from behind, yelping and howling in excitement as they landed back down in Hanover Forest.