The Ghostly Ghastlys

Aside

I am busy editing the first three books of my Ghostly Ghastly series for 7-9 year olds.

Here’s the beginning:

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Chapter 1.Mischief at the Castle

 

Mr and Mrs Ghastly and the three little Ghastlys – Bubble, Trouble and Puff – lived in the castle above the town. Other ghosts lived there too. It was their job to scare the visitors, because it was a haunted castle.

The little Ghastlys wanted to join in with the scaring, but the castle ghosts wouldn’t let them.

“Haunting is work for big important ghosts!” wailed the Wailing Lady.

“Little ghosts should keep well away and mind their manners,” snapped Buckle the ghostly butler.

“Little ghosts should not be seen and should never be heard,” said the Headless Knight, snootily.

Mr and Mrs Ghastly were busy ghosts. They were opera singers, and celebrities in the ghost world. They gave nightly performances in the woods below the castle. Ghosts from miles around came to hear them.

They practiced a lot. They didn’t keep an eye on the little Ghastlys, so Bubble, Trouble and Puff could usually do what they liked.

And what they liked was to cause mischief.

“The castle ghosts are mean misery-guts,” said Bubble. She swung her long ghostly pony tail from side to side, and gave a cheeky grin. “Let’s get our own back.”

Trouble had spiky hair and a wicked sense of humour. “We’ll make them squirm and squeak and squeal,” he said.

“We’ll play some really brilliant tricks on them,” said Puff. She was tiny with curly hair and a round baby face, but there was nothing else angelic about her.

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Mr McMarvel’s Amazing Machines

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Mr McMarvel's Amazing Machines

Chapter 1
The Extra-Fast-Rollerblading Machine

The Extra-Fast-Rollerblading Machine swooped round the corner. Smoke and stars roared out of the back. It shot past Mr McMarvel’s workshop and rolled on down the road.
Tim bent forward, his face screwed up as he wrestled with the controls. The machine’s big boots stuck into his knees. He was going so fast he couldn’t swing the machine in the right direction.
The machine choked and stuttered. The machine slid sideways and upended Tim onto the pavement.
Mr McMarvel had invented the Extra-Fast-Rollerblading Machine for people who were in a hurry. Tim had been testing it out for two days now, and he was black and blue from falling off. He could operate the other machines in the workshop but not this one. Tim desperately wanted to be useful. In fact, secretly, he wanted to impress Mr McMarvel so that he would show him how to invent amazing machines. So far, Tim hadn’t the courage to ask him.
The wheels on the Rollerblades whirled madly at super express speed. They slowly came to a stop. Tim looked up. The name over the street door shone out in multi-coloured lights:
…MR MCMARVEL’S AMAZING MACHINES…

Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine

Chapter One – A Knock at the Door

 

There was a loud rap on the door. Evie and her dad raced across the kitchen. They had been working hard all morning in the new house and they were hungry. Evie had unpacked the plates, and Dad had put the kitchen table up, just in time for a pizza lunch.           

Evie got there first. “Beat you,” she said, and pulled open the door.

It wasn’t the girl with the pizza, but a tall man with a patch over one eye, a scar down his face, a red jacket and long black boots.

“Avast!” said the man.

“Avast?” said Evie. “What’s that mean?”

            “Pirate speak,” said Dad, “for ‘hey’ or ‘look ’ere ye landlubbers.’ “

“You could be a pirate,” said Evie, looking thoughtfully at the man.

The pizza girl came puffing up the path. She stopped next to the pirate, holding a flat bag in front of her. Steam oozed out of the sides of the bag.

“Hurry up and build a proper road,” she said, her face red. “I’ve had to park my motorbike all over there, and walk across this rubbly stuff where your garden’s supposed to be.”

“Mum told Dad to dig the garden,” said Evie. “She’ll be home in four hours, but he keeps putting it off because he doesn’t want to do it.”

“Would have liked to be a pirate,” said Dad. “Davy Jones’ locker and shiver me timbers.”

This is the beginning of Pizzas,Pirates and a Porcupine – which was the first children’s ebook that I published. I was very lucky to find a brilliant artist to illustrate it: Christina Boon, and I am very grateful to Rachel Turner for her excellent editing.

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