Tag Archives: short stories

100 word story for the Ink Pantry challenge

This is my 100 word story for the Ink Pantry competition. I didn’t win but I thought I would post it anyway.

The winners were much better than mine. Well done to them.

Halloween Fun.

The mist covered evening sun sank slowly into the gold and red autumn leaves just in front of Andrea. She felt excited about the evening ahead. This would be her first adventure since she had died. She couldn’t wait to get out there and put the fear of God, or should that be Satan, into the bastards that killed her. Halloween had never appealed to her in life, but she sure as hell was going to make the most of it now she was dead, and for the rest of their long, boring, stupid lives. Now they would pay for it.



Tags: , , ,

Meet Trevor Belshaw…

…also known as Trevor Forest, writer of children’s fiction, Magic Molly and the Mirror Maze, among others, and the hilarious grown ups story Tracy’s Hot Mail.

Hello Trevor welcome to Creative Gibberish.

Tell us a little about yourself.

I write for adults as T. A. Belshaw. I also write for children under the pen name, Trevor Forest. I live in Nottingham with my wife, two dogs, two cats, three rescue chickens and twenty-five fish. I have written seven books, (six for children) and I’m now working on books eight and nine. Last year I began a creative writing course at the OU and I’ll be starting the advanced course in September.

I am 58 years old, but like most authors I live in a parallel universe. In my tiny part of this weird vastness I am about 11 years old. I like being there; the world looks so much better.

I’ve always had the urge to write, but family and work commitments over the years made it impossible until quite recently. In 2009 I finally took the plunge and so far, it has worked out quite well.

Can you remember the first book you ever read or had read to you?

Apart from the Janet and John books at school? I think my first book would have been an Enid Blyton story. I can’t remember which one; I think I read them all over time. We used to get Rupert Bear annuals at Christmas which were great fun. Later I graduated to Just William, The Swallows and Amazons and Willard Price’s Adventure series. I read a couple of Roald Dahl’s early books and a lot of classics like Treasure Island.

What was the first thing you ever wrote?

As a child I wrote lots of silly little adventure stories, usually with me as the hero. I have three brothers and we used to put on an occasional play for our parents on a Sunday evening. We were all involved in writing those. Back in the 90s I wrote a children’s story about a couple of kids who found their way into a different land, a bit like Narnia, but more up to date. I’m not sure what happened to it; I remember being quite proud of it at the time.

In 2008 I started a blog where I wrote what I hoped were humorous articles about my two young Springer Spaniels. Later that year I joined a new writer’s website called Writelink. The first piece I nervously put forward for review by my peers was a humorous article called, My First Date. Thankfully it went down well. I published it to my writer’s blog earlier this year.

Do you have a favorite writing place?

Over the last couple of years I’ve tried various places around the house in an attempt to find a quiet place where I can concentrate, but I always end up back at the desk in my workshop where I work repairing PCs. My highly excitable dogs are in here with me and I’m forever being interrupted by my wife walking through to get to the garden or demanding we go shopping.

Everything I’ve ever had published has been written on my main PC. The computer is a hand-built, quad core machine that I built about the same time I started writing. It has had one major upgrade and a new monitor since then. I have had a couple of laptops over the years but I’ve never really managed to write anything on them, I don’t know why, it just feels uncomfortable. I also tried a Mac Mini, which I hated. It still has eight chapters of a children’s book called The Duck Pond Lane Detectives on it which I will have to transfer to my Windows PC and finish one of these days. I keep it in a box under my worktop. I fire it up now and then to tell it how much I hate it. I gave the laptop to my wife in the end.

Are there any other writers/authors in your family?

Not serious ones as far as I know. My brother Keith does a few satirical poems which are very funny though.

What or who has been the biggest influence on your writing?

I met some wonderful people on the Writelink website, far too many to mention here, but all of them should be thanked for their freely-given help and advice. Among them were David Robinson, Marit Meredith, and the lovely Maureen Vincent-Northam. They are all fabulous writers and have given me so much advice and encouragement over the last three years or so. Maureen edits my books and she’s just brilliant at it. Author-wise I think Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton have been major influences. Quite a few reviewers on Amazon compare my writing to theirs and while I’m not saying that the comparison is warranted, something must have sunk in all those years ago.

I would like to give my illustrator and cover artist, Marie Fullerton a mention here if I could. She is such a talent and her work is a constant inspiration.

Which author(s) do you read most?

I used to change my favourite author like I changed my underwear. For years I was an avid reader of Stephen King, Wilbur Smith, James Herbert and a host of fantasy writers. I loved Graham Greene, George Orwell, H G Wells, Tolkien and Dickens. My all-time favourite adult author is Leslie Thomas. He has always had the ability to make me laugh and cry, sometime within the space of a single paragraph.

Do you have a favorite genre and what is it?

I write a lot of humorous stuff; my adult book, Tracy’s Hot Mail being one example. I much prefer writing for children though. I still try to keep the humour element; I love the thought of kids laughing while they are reading one of my stories. I have to say I find it much easier to get into the writing zone when I slip into my eleven year old mind-set.

Are you a meticulous planner?

No, not meticulous. When I wrote the first Magic Molly book I just winged it and let it flow. While this was great for the creative process I found that the story meandered all over the place and I was going down blind alleys and leaving quite a few loose ends. You can’t really do that in children’s writing; everything has to be tied up neatly. These days I keep an ideas file with every project. I try to build a story timeline but I’m not very good at sticking to it. The chapters aren’t marked out as such, but I do have a few pages of notes which map out the basic story. I also throw in a few scenarios that I’d like to build some funny dialogue around.

What are you working on at the moment?

A children’s book called, Magic Molly book 3; The Yellow Eye.

The story is about a young witch, Molly Miggins, who, to her great annoyance, is always being given special tasks by the Magic Council. In this book Molly has to find a jewel called the Yellow Eye which has been missing for over two hundred years. To get it she’ll have to overcome a goblin double act, A witch with an enormous nose who sniffs for magic and a sulking dragon called Shufflebottom.

I’m also thinking about returning to an abandoned web serial called The Westwich Writers Club.

Where can we buy your books?

Details of my children’s books can be found on my website; Paperback versions of my children’s books can be bought directly from me via Facebook or email; (trevorATtrevorforestdotcom) the books are also available on the Kindle.

Tracy’s Hot Mail is published by Crooked Cat Publishing  and is available for the Kindle Smashwords  and for all other e-readers including Apple Sony and Barnes and Noble.

Thanks for hosting this interview Annie.

Thank you Trevor.


Posted by on June 25, 2012 in Meet the Authors


Tags: , , , , , , ,

More Haiku

More of my attempts at Haiku (or whatever they’re called)

Little faces smile

Eyes are bright by candle light

On a Christmas night.


Feel the tension rise

Watching from a distance to

Air my views to all.


Blowing in the breeze

Leaves hanging from the branches

Swaying to and fro


Flooding in the fields

Torrents of rain, and thunder

Levels rising high


All Text Copyright © 2011 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.


Posted by on September 25, 2011 in Haiku Poetry


Tags: , ,

The Day My Heart Broke


Content Potentially upsetting. If you have recently lost someone close do NOT read.

This is my true story!

I stand at the window and watch as he puts his crash helmet on. I watch with excitement as he straddles the seat and pushes hard down on the kick start. The roar of the engine always makes me jump. He looks back at me with a broad smile and a wink. He revs the engine and pulls slowly away from the curb. The excitement was just the watching him, not about him going.

My tears flow freely now. I have a feeling. The same feeling I had when Granny died. An empty feeling. My throat tightens and I think I’m going to choke on the big lump that’s formed there.

‘Come back Daddy’. I whisper, but I know he won’t. He’s gone and I have a feeling.

He didn’t visit often, but when he did it always caused heartache for me. I never wanted him to leave. The others didn’t either, but I was to young to know that. They were always cheerful when he was there. I never saw them cry. I was nine and life wasn’t fair. And I had a feeling.

I wasn’t there when the police came. I can’t remember where I was but I remember being told that he’d had a crash. That’s when I knew what the feeling meant. I didn’t tell anyone,they wouldn’t have believed me anyway, why would they?

The next six months passed in a blur. School mostly I think. I hated school. I hated most things then. I just wanted to see him, but they wouldn’t let me.I hated them for that. I loved my Mummy, but I hated her for that.

Then one day she said she was taking me to see him. I was so excited I thought I would burst. We had to go to London, that’s where they had taken him all those months ago. I didn’t know how far London was but the journey took forever. I had no idea that Cheltenham and London were so far apart. I was only nine.

I wish she hadn’t taken me there. I didn’t get to see him and cuddle him and kiss him. All I got was to look at him through a window in a door, and all I saw was the back of his bandaged head and his bare shoulders. Then a nurse knelt down on the floor in front of me and cried. I remember looking up at mummy, and she smiled a reassuring smile, a smile I’d never seem before. A kind smile. Don’t get me wrong mummy was kind, but this was different.

We went for ice cream with a lady I didn’t know and they kept talking in code. When will people learn that kids understand the code.

When we got home there was a man waiting on the door step. He had motor bike leathers on just like Daddy’s, I couldn’t look at him. He handed an envelope to mummy, I knew what it was, It was a telegram. Mummy Wailed and I knew he was gone. I didn’t react, I don’t know why, not until she said the words.

‘Daddy died sweetheart’ and then I screamed and screamed and screamed.

‘No, Not my Daddy, not my Daddy’.

And that’s the day my heart broke, never to mend.


Posted by on September 20, 2011 in My Stories, Short Stories, True Stories


Tags: , ,

Week 6 Group Challenge Twitterati!

Week 6 – Twitterati

Write a piece of fiction using only 140 characters. This challenge is designed to make you think about your words, your letters and your punctuation. Write something that will allow your reader to fill in the blanks.

Remember, this is not ‘up to 140 characters’ – it is exactly 140 characters!

The cock crowed. The hen house buzzed. The farm animals knew that this was a big moment. Hyacinth, the clever girl, had laid her first eggs.


Posted by on September 12, 2011 in Gibberish, My Stories, Short Stories, Writing For Kids


Tags: , , , ,

Now or Never

My first, feeble, attempt at the weekly challenge. I know it’s week 5 and I haven’t done the other challenges but I thought I’d give this one a go. So here it is…

Now or Never…

I suppose it’s now or never. I can’t think why I haven’t done it before, well yes I can actually, it’s because I feel sorry for him. I’ve wanted to do it for so long but I keep putting it off. I could put it off again but what’s the point, it has to be done so…

I don’t like being backed into a corner like this but that’s my own fault, I should have sorted it by now, but who am I to play God? No, it has to be done for the sake of everyone’s sanity, and now is as good a time as any.

I don’t want to of course and if I could think of any other way to handle it believe me I’d go that route, I’m not malicious by any means, well if I was I’d have done it ages ago and with pleasure. No I’m doing this because it has to be done, and it hurts me to think of the pain it could cause but I mustn’t think like that, I must think of the benefits to everyone, including him.

My next door neighbour keeps giving me odd looks, I think he thinks I’m not going to do it, but I am, I AM!

The woman over the road just sticks her nose in the air when ever we bump into each other, and she used to be so friendly too.

It’s the screaming that they can’t stand, well I suppose it is a bit annoying at 3 in the morning. I did offer to buy them some ear plugs, but that didn’t go down very well.

I’ve told them it isn’t fair, They wouldn’t like it would they? And the thought of doing it makes me shudder.

So Tom…well I’m sorry Tom but you’ve caused so much trouble it just isn’t worth all the aggravation any more. I have to do it, I’m sorry but I have to.

It’s now or never, so here goes……

‘Hello. Can I book my cat in for neutering please’.


Posted by on September 11, 2011 in Gibberish, My Stories, Short Stories


Tags: ,

Creative Writing and Chickens!!

So I’m looking at the chickens in their new coop and wondering how long it will be before Harrison asks me to write a story about them. The problem with that is I’m still trying to write a story about a three headed dragon for him. I’ve never written a story for kids before and I’ve no idea how to do it so I’m struggling. I’ll have to find a course on writing for kids, I don’t think the Open Uni do one.

I supposed, rightly or wrongly, that writing for kids (Harrison is 6) would be easy but I can’t seem to get to grips with it at all. No matter what I write, when I re-read it, it sounds too grown up and boring for him. A course on writing for children would help here, and also reading to him would help too. The problem with that is I’m stretching myself a bit thin on the ground as it is, so fitting another course in and reading to him (his mummy does the reading usually) would be difficult to say the least.

And now the chooks are here he’s going to start pestering very soon. Mmm! What to do? I’ll look into a course but in the mean time I’ll read some of his books myself, hopefully they will help me to structure a story for children, and it will give me an excuse to read kids books, can’t be bad.

If you know of any good courses on writing for children, that won’t take up huge amounts of time, please let me know.

I suppose I could read the books to the chickens!


Tags: , , , , , , , ,