No chink of daylight shone upon its delicately crafted surface or picked out the colors that came upon it in the sun. Until now. Stanley Buggles’s grubby hands reached in and held the silver casket around its belly, retrieving it for one short moment. A moment that was long enough for him to take...
Carelli was nowhere to be seen the next morning when Stanley eventually woke up and dragged himself down to the kitchen. He’d found it difficult to get out of bed and had lain there till quite late, mesmerized by the view of the sea. When he did get downstairs it was nearer to lunchtime than to b...
A huge boat had arrived in the harbor. “They’re here,” panicked Stanley. The pair of them peered more intently through the glass, squinting their eyes. “That’s no pirate ship, Stanley. It’s a ferry!” claimed Daisy. The two of them stood watching. Then there was movement. Something began to move d...
It was a time when the elders of the city forgot the sadness of their lost children and cheered themselves through the cold months. Smells and sounds brought the darkened streets alive. Roasted meats sizzled in the market square. Breads and fruits of every kind were crammed onto the backs of whee...
He was fully prepared for his winter visit to Crampton Rock, swamped by two suitcases and a large bag, all filled with itchy woolen garments knitted by his grandmother. His first visit to the island had been filled with all manner of adventures and he wondered if his return would be as eventful. ...
But some make you feel so frightened that you run and run and run and you keep on running until it hurts. Your heart is pounding so hard that it feels like it might burst right out of your chest. And all the time you are tripping and falling, slipping and sliding, like in some strange dream. You ...