tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68642367539876921422024-02-20T21:26:21.892+00:00A Tale to TellA Tale to Tellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13656663997620239930noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-38849715271182462712011-08-26T12:27:00.000+01:002011-08-26T12:27:23.718+01:00Chapter 26 - Lauren Peppiatt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Wolves slept soundly. Their sleep was filled with primitive dreams, of a time before there were secrets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Darkness was nothing new to the blind man but silence terrified him. He could see nothing, and now there were no noises to be heard. With growing fear the man and his protectors decided they had to go on. They had to return the secrets.<br />
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After feeling their way to the door they slowly exited the cafe, and again found themselves in a dense forest. Mapless, and tired, they trudged on. On and on. From the top of a mountain the wolves caught a glimpse of the village and realized it was only a half-day's walk away. They built a fire, and easily drifted to sleep, not knowing the queen and her men were watching their every breath</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.iamtimhoover.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Timothy Hoover</span></a></span>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-82579113722941930532011-07-21T11:18:00.000+01:002011-07-21T11:18:41.653+01:00Chapter 23 - Lucy Eldridge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4W19fEKmu7yE4x1pmuUiK57vEpCG95LFZtOJRKpffnVDwT51jVM-E9Jp9qq0qO-Duyi1LUY8YOoO32VYaA7HBwGQbe2q-PvKcX9_NyHEuXZs5NIyNbRisXnUUz2mA2vbO2f7HriH8Y2Dl/s1600/Taleweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4W19fEKmu7yE4x1pmuUiK57vEpCG95LFZtOJRKpffnVDwT51jVM-E9Jp9qq0qO-Duyi1LUY8YOoO32VYaA7HBwGQbe2q-PvKcX9_NyHEuXZs5NIyNbRisXnUUz2mA2vbO2f7HriH8Y2Dl/s1600/Taleweb.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.lucyeldridge.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Lucy Eldridge</span></a></span>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-25640061533571011342011-06-24T21:11:00.001+01:002011-06-24T21:12:13.146+01:00Chapter 22 - Katey Harvey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><blockquote type="cite"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On they journeyed through day and night until the blind man's soles had worn thin. They could feel the hustle of the village drawing closer....</span></div></blockquote><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.emilymayillustration.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Emily May</span></a></div>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-49905066832716607332011-06-08T18:51:00.000+01:002011-06-08T18:51:43.448+01:00Chapter 20 - Chris Fowler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The secrets had grown tired and longed to find a suitable protector. Suddenly as if guided by some kind of peculiar magic they were drawn to the stranger, </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It must have been fate that the secrets began to fit so comfortably and exactly into the strangers curious mind.</span></div></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.fowlerillustration.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Chris Fowler</span></a></span>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-10286843911374470292011-05-30T13:08:00.000+01:002011-05-30T13:08:59.753+01:00Chapter 19 - Natalie Hughes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The man in the shadows was blind. He was a bit of a recluse and the two wolves were his only friends. Often they would help guide him around the forest...they were his protectors. Although he was blind and could not see the old man ahead, his other senses were sharper than average, particularly his hearing. He could hear the secrets whispering, which were hiding in the old mans pockets. He stood still, and listened to the secrets...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.nataliehughes.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Natalie Hughes</span></a>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-45275931199398592752011-05-25T12:59:00.000+01:002011-05-25T12:59:51.003+01:00Chapter 18 - Jes Hunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before the secrets could reveal their mystery, they were snatched out of the air by a grey haired old man. Cackling to himself, the old man began to shove the secrets into his pockets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.rich-powell.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Richard Powell</span></a></span></div>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-37687180107907007532011-05-10T19:04:00.000+01:002011-05-10T19:04:06.777+01:00Chapter 16 - Tracey Long<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> </div><div class="Body" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The wind was not having a good day. First there had been an argument with Rain at breakfast. Blooming Rain, eating his Jam Collection. Then, out of nowhere, straight in the kisser, a gnat cloud of secrets! Furtive little blighters, getting tangled in his hair, sitting in his ear and whispering their cryptic messages. </span></span></div><div class="Body" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="Body" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">‘Guess what’ purred a juicy little secret, ‘Now don’t tell a soul, but.................’</span></span><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><!--EndFragment--> <br />
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<a href="http://www.traceylong.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Tracey Long</span></a>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-7164478478690727252011-05-05T22:38:00.001+01:002011-05-05T22:39:29.273+01:00Chapter 15 - Marie Gordon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She-wolf hugged the egg even tighter.</span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She so desperately wanted the secrets to stay put, safe and sound within their egg shell. </span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But Father-Wolf urged her to let go and embrace the inevitable, these secrets had plans of their own. </span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As she released her grip the egg hatched, well, burst open. </span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rays of vivd colour and blurred memories shot out with the faint sound of a thousand murmured whispers into the sky </span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And off, away with the wind. </span></span></div></div><br />
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<a href="http://www.mariedraws.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Marie Gordon</span></a>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-69779678381302254072011-04-27T20:21:00.001+01:002011-04-27T20:22:54.695+01:00Chapter 14 - Michelle Kondrich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As the wolves slept, dawn approached and the egg began to shimmer.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A small crack gave way to a kaleidoscope of light, revealing the colors of the sun.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the sky, a river of birds descended toward the light. </span></div></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Father Wolf was undeterred by the tumultuous sound of the retreating birds. He reached the top of the staircase at a pace, She Wolf tentatively ascending behind him, and he boldly went through the entrance. Suddenly, the Glass House shattered into a million shards, Father Wolf quickly sheltering She Wolf from any danger. As the dust settled, Father Wolf reared his head and looked about. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Glass House and the Secrets had gone, but left behind, and looking as fragile and beautiful as anything could, was an egg. Father Wolf looked sadly upon the lonely, unprotected egg. Deciding with a look what to do, both Father Wolf and She Wolf took position on either side of the egg, curling their bodies around it in an attempt to protect it from the bitter night. </span></span></div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://alicepotter.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Alice Potter</span></a></div>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-63058438273371451912011-03-28T18:20:00.000+01:002011-03-28T18:20:02.705+01:00Chapter 11 - Louis Rossi & Bertie Telezynski<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At last the wolves gained the summit. There, glinting in the </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> She Wolf could make out a vaulted doorway at the top of a </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As the flock of birds approached the secrets they came upon a thick mass of cloud. Within the clouds there was a large opening and the birds saw that the secrets were being drawn towards a building. It appeared to be a large glass house set within the mountains. She Wolf could see the glass house too.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Exhausted, Father Wolf fell to the floor. She Wolf however, could not give up so easily.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"We need help to get those secrets back - and fast" she proclaimed.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sitting upright, she cried a high-pitched howl... "I beckon the birds!"</span></span></div></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">The bag of secrets spilled and spilled, the river flowed and flowed, and the two wolves swam helplessly along behind, clusters of secrets spinning and twinkling in the flood. A chance wave brought Father Wolf closer to the escaping secrets, which seemed to float into the air above the rushing waters; a moment later he realised they were actually rising into the sky. The astonished wolves scrambled desperate and panting onto the river bank, eyes raised to the night, where sparkling secrets were being drawn one by one into the darkness above.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://jennylloyd.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Jenny Lloyd</span></a>Jamie Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455196391804778404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864236753987692142.post-36208169214945089402011-02-24T01:01:00.000+00:002011-02-24T01:01:21.577+00:00Chapter 6 - Gareth A Hopkins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"We can't let the Secrets go, Father Wolf" she cried, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and so they both chased the bag along the river that </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the rain had created. And as they chased the bag it came </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">open, and the secrets contained within it started to spill </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">into the river.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">... Standing in a circle of light there she was, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">so beautiful and strong, singing to the moon,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">sending all the animals on their way.<br />
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Father Wolf began to walk away from the hills,<br />
eventually making his way to the mountains, he spent some time<br />
walking here, then as the air cooled and the night crept<br />
in from the sides, he turned to head back toward the hills.<br />
As he turned, something caught his eye, he looked<br />
around and floating from the sky was a small balloon,<br />
carrying a pouch labelled only with the word 'Secrets.'<br />
Father Wolf chose not to look inside the bag at this time,<br />
but decided he must locate the owner, as he knew all<br />
too well that losing your secrets can be a worrying thing,<br />
and so, feeling slightly nervous, he approached the balloon...<br />
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