Being – 68

life is so unfair! why did I have to tilt the printer up and drip black ink on the beige carpet? day is ruined, carpet is ruined, feel blurgghhhh!

© Freya Pickard 2015

Being – 67

insignificant, passed over, unimportant, unreal because people cannot, do not want to see me – why? am I that unpleasant? too challenging? disagreeable?

© Freya Pickard 2015

Chapter Twenty One

“I tried to call up St George just to get rid of the beasts but something odd occurred. I got two dragon slayers instead of one and neither of them was St George.”

“One was me,” I murmured. “And the other?”

“Sir Lancelot du Lac,” the old man snorted.

“Sir Lancelot?” The memories pressed in harder. “But he accused me of stealing his horse!” I took a sip of the tea. It had a smoky tang to it.

Merlin nodded. “He’s still at large. We need to find him.”

“We?” I looked at him in astonishment.

At that moment there was a loud explosion from the corridor and I jumped, spilling my tea. Merlin leapt to his feet, his eyes blazing.

“Excuse me,” he growled. “It’s probably one of the apprentices trying to get into one of the other rooms. One of the caustic spells has just been set off.”

He strode out of the room and has been shouting at a couple of people called Neptas and Imidgen for at least ten minutes…

This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings

You can read the entire first chapter of my book at Feed A Read and there is also an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.

The novel is available at many stores, including Amazon

© Freya Pickard 2015

Being – 66

sudden cold wetness as hose head leaks, driving water down my protected leg, seeping into my boot

© Freya Pickard 2015

deadline for haiku submissions is midnight tonight…

dragonscaleclippings:

if you write haiku, the deadline for Pure Haiku submissions is midnight tonight!

Originally posted on purehaiku:

Pure Haiku closes to haiku submissions at midnight tonight – don’t miss the boat! The theme and guidelines can all be found at Submit. I will resume posting haiku here in late March. Meantime, you can find me blogging about “Being” over at Dragonscale Clippings ..

Freya Pickard 2015

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Being – 65

the memory of light

© Freya Pickard 2015

Chapter Twenty

There were two doors behind the supper table and I chose the right hand one. It was an iron latch affair and I lifted it without thinking. Expecting the door to just give way before me, I was shocked to find I’d walked straight into it. The latch snapped down pinching my thumb.

“Oy!” I said loudly. “I just want to look! I’m not going to steal anything!”

The door shifted slightly in its frame as if to say ‘You’re not entering here!’ Honestly! It was worse than contending with Tygar! Anyway, doors shouldn’t be animate objects.

I lifted the latch again and pushed, only to be met with resistance. I whipped my thumb out of the way as the latch dropped down again. I kicked the door hard and it shuddered slightly and appeared to expand into the frame. As it did this it made a slight creaking sound and I had the distinct impression it was laughing at me. I glared at it.

“Listen to me,” I said very quietly. “When I lift the latch, you will open and let me into the room. Do you hear?”

The wooden silence was broken by Piera …

This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings

You can read the entire first chapter of my book at Feed A Read and there is also an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.

The novel is available at many stores, including Amazon

© Freya Pickard 2015