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PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 4:03 pm    Post subject: HENRY SMALL  Reply with quote

CHAPTER 1

Our Hero's a giant a hundred feet tall
Which to his mother was no height at all
But she loved him the same
And she gave him the name
That is famous, cos he's Henry Small

His mothers a mountain three thousand feet high
And his Dad is a pixie, a sprite that can fly
They lived far away
Teaching fountains to play
And caused weather by making clouds cry

Because of the mixed heritage of their Son
He'd got attributes that had come from each one
Sometimes he's small
and sometimes quite tall
And could even fade out just for fun

The lived far away because Small was mixed race
And the good local townsfolk would scream in his face
You are Henry Small
You're not proper at all
your sort don't belong in this place

But in their new land they had quite a good life
The Pixie, his Son and his good lady wife
There was no one else there
The place was quite bare
No people no struggle no strife

When Small was a baby two hundred years old
Hed climb on his mummy quite high where it's cold
He'd sit eating ice
Which he thought tasted nice
Till his mum shouted out in a scold

Her voice would boom out like a huge thunderclap
Now then young Henry stop eating my cap
Then she'd giggle with mirth
Till her laugh shook the earth
And he'd tumble down into her lap

CHAPTER 2

The family went out after breakfast each day
And used to teach rivers and streams how to play
They bred lochs and small lakes
And some three headed snakes
And made magical creatures from clay

Then came a day where disaster befell
Small got diseased by a dragon cursed spell
'Twas brought to their home
In some fleas by a gnome
A trader who had all sorts to sell

The gnome setup shop in a magical tent
The inside was huge because space there got bent
When they went through the door
There was floor after floor
And the family were soon overspent

There were treasures and wares lined up row after row
There were earrings for mum and for Dad a new bow
There were forests and woods
There were all sorts of goods
And a  bad stall, where no one could go

It was covered in cloth that was black as the night
And bits of it wriggled, it didn't look right
The gnome told them all
Not to go near the stall
There were things hiding there that would bite

Small searched through the tent for a present for Dad
But nothing was cheap and so feeling quite sad
He turned round to go
But then noticed a glow
From the cloth, on the stall that was bad

Young Henry checked carefully, no one around
And he tip toed up slowly not making a sound
Then gritting his teeth
As He peered underneath
He discovered a book that was bound

It was tied up with rope and some chains and a seal
And it glowed with a light that was black and unreal
A spark then leapt out
And went shooting about
And landed on Henry's left heel

He jumped back and took off his sock and his boot
But the spark was still stuck there and seemed to take root
It vanished from sight
And his foot felt alight
His skin had burned right through his suit

He shouted for help screaming mum and Dad quick
I've been a bad lad and I'm getting quite sick
I've found something dire
and my clothes are on fire
Please help me it isn't a trick

The Pixie and Gnome who although he was stout
Carried Henry to mummy but there was no doubt
He'd caught a disease
From the magical fleas
That had lived in the book and jumped out

Young Henry by now had a fever so high
That he started to shine like the Sun in the sky
His Mom's voice so deep
As she started to weep
And her tears made a flood that rushed by

As they washed over Small they boiled off in a cloud
And the sound of his torment had drawn a large crowd
The lakes that they'd bred
Started bathing his head
And the steam covered Small like a shroud

Smalls temperature fell as the lakes and the tears
Seemed to heal little Henry and banish their fears
It looked to be sure
That they'd managed a cure
And the whole place was ringing with cheers

When the fuss had died down and the lakes had gone home
Smalls mum and his dad went and summoned the gnome
You'll be going away
and away you will stay
And you'll kill all the fleas in the tome
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PostPosted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 3:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thats quite an epic tale Tony. Loved many of the images especially the making weather
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PostPosted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Blue
It is actually the first part of a part of a story poem.
I am up to four thousand words at minute.
Bless you
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 9:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

nicely told, Tony. Look forward to reading some more.
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 5:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Indie
Thank you for the review
I might as well post it here as anywhere,
It is a Genre that I enjoy writing in
Bless you


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