Stories

This was another warm-up exercise in which we were given a bag containing six objects, all of which had to appear in our story. The Little Blue Marble jostled for space amongst all the other marbles in the bag. He was SO FED UP with being stuck in the boring black and white bag with all the other marbles. They were so dumb! They thought they were something special. Some were bigger than him. They bumped him around and never even noticed that they'd hurt him. Others were very shiny and beautiful, always polishing themselves and going on about how lovely they looked. Others were were very bright, loud colours and considered themselves more valuable and important than all the rest. The Little Blue Marble thought life very dull and boring, stuck in the bottom of the bag. One day he noticed a little hole had split open in the bottom of the bag. He wiggled around in the seam, wiggling and wiggling until eventually the hole was big enough for him to jump out. BANG! He landed on a har...

This story was written as a warm-up exercise at a training session in therapeutic storytelling. We had to choose a postcard and write a story with a main protagonist, a beginning, middle and end. so here it is: Bank Holiday Monday - at last! I am desperate for a whole day of relaxation, switching off, chilling out. I've been working so hard - all the hours God sends at my desk at a leading City insurance company. At age 50 I need to keep proving my worth to the bosses. I dread the 'invitation' to take early retirement and be put out to grass. My wife loves my salary. Always out shopping. Today we've come down to Brighton on the train. She has met up with some cronies of hers and gone off to shop the boutiques in the Lanes, high heels going clackety clack and shrill voices chattering nineteen to the dozen.  I, however, have ambled down to the seafront, breathing in the salty air, listening to the rhythm of the waves, the swoosh as the pebbles surge back and forth, t...

I wrote this story during a therapeutic storytelling training session for all those children who find it hard to get started on schoolwork because they are afraid it won't turn out perfect. Thank you to Madara Molnika for beautiful illustrations and for the Latvian translation, which you can read here . Once upon a time there was a Little Wooden Spoon. She lived in a big drawer in a lovely warm kitchen with all the other wooden spoons that belonged to the Smiley Cook. The Smiley Cook would bake cakes all day long, using all of her spoons for stirring, mixing and scraping batter off each other, swapping from one to the other as she moved happily around her kitchen. The Little Wooden Spoon loved being part of the team. When the Smiley Cook was in charge, and all the spoons were helping each other, it was great fun to make such delicious cakes. She enjoyed the feeling of her strong wooden handle turning and twisting this way and that as she stirred the batter. She felt safe and lo...