Introducing My Illustrator – Alisha Towers

I am excited to announce that, over the past view months, I have been collaborating with artist, Alisha Towers, to produce illustrations for my tales. Based in South-West Victoria, Alisha has been working tirelessly behind-the-scenes to create wonderful artwork for a selection of the more popular tales with the goal of producing illustrations for all... Continue Reading →

#91 – The Tale of Chris the Completely Unamazing Juggler

Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Chris who wanted to be the best juggler the world had ever seen. He dreamed of entertaining thousands of people around the world with his amazing juggling skills and, every morning before school, he would wake up, head outside and practice juggling with the special... Continue Reading →

#90 – The Tale of What a Flea Can Do

Banner credit: Alicia at Miss Honeybug's Reads & Crafts   Once upon a time, in an unassuming house, a flea was crawling around on some carpet feeling slightly bored. One of her favourite pastimes was annoying the household cat, who, at this time, was sleeping on a pile of freshly washed clothes. Since no humans... Continue Reading →

#87 – The Tale of an Identity Crises

Once upon a time, in a world where being yourself mattered a great deal, a pair of identical twin sisters named Anne and Sally were admiring their faces in the mirror before getting ready to go to school. Both girls had blonde hair that reached well past their shoulders and they both had blue eyes... Continue Reading →

#86 – The Tale of Max the Well-Spoken Parrot

Once upon a time, a parrot named Max was flying through the forest at a terrific speed, trying to outrun his young human owner, Zane, having finally put in place his genius plan for escape. For too long, Max had been a prisoner inside the cage, eating all sorts of bland seeds and being given... Continue Reading →

#85 – The Tale of a Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, tucked up amongst her freshly washed sheets, a young girl named Chloe Harriet was lying in her bed, waiting for her father, William Harriet, to tell her a bed-time story. Chloe knew that her father wasn’t the most confident storyteller, but she found it sweet the way he tried every single... Continue Reading →

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