Saturday, 27 October 2012


“You’ll hide in here.” She said.

The Fawn eyed it sceptically, thinking. His spots glowed now and it could be seen as much as the moon could on a clear night.

“Oh no…” Asha quickly looked round and found, by chance, a spare piece of fabric that was trying to fly away, trying to catch flight on the wind.

Asha quickly tore it away from the boat and laid it across the Fawns back. She was feeling much more relived now that, his shiny spots wouldn’t be a giveaway to anyone who was searching for them.

“I’ll just be inside the boat; and I’ll come to see you soon. I promise.” Asha said, touching his velvety ears.

Sparkle then stepped inside the row boat, one that hadn’t been hosted yet, and folded his front legs under him, laying down, to wait for his human partner to return.

“I’ll come out to you and bring you cress from my meals or some other plant I can find.” The Fawn eyed her in loneliness.
“I’ll miss you..” He said unhappily

Wednesday, 24 October 2012


Asha went up to the Stag, Seth, now. She felt timid and shy to be touching such a shining, noble and proud animal. She reached out and touched his thin, bony chin.

“Will you come with us?” She asked. She could hear it in her voice. She was tearing up. She never teared up now!

“I shall not.” He replied, as if he delivered bad news everyday, as if it was normal for him to do so. “I need to stay here for awhile.”

He noticed the girl now had tears coming down her pale, gentle face. He opened his mouth and reached forwards, making Asha flinch, as if she was expecting pain.

He licked her salty tears as they fell from her face. He withdrew his pink tongue and smiled his thin lips.

“Do not be sad.” He said gently, “I shall be watching over you from the Tundra, keeping you safe.”

Asha took a shaky breath and looked over at Sparkle.

Could she do this? Could they travel on their own and help people and animals over seas, all by themselves?

“Do not dout yourself so.” Said the Stag. His head was now streachede out, across Asha’s arm. “You can and will do this.” He lifted his head and looked at his son. He smiled to himself.
“You both need freedom and friendship. You will both get that where you are going.” He locked his soft yet, noble eyes with Asha’s. “I promise you. I will look out for you and come if ever you need me.”

Asha took a deep breath and forced a smile that she did not feel. Not at all.

“Promise?” She asked. The Stag nodded. “Yes.” He said,

“Now go.”

Sunday, 14 October 2012

The Tea-Time Clash

After a few moments of silence, Sally Glass looked eager to get talking.

She took it upon herself to place her hand onto her daughters. She smiled sweetly.
“Come dear, may I pour you some tea at all?” She asked, her voice syrupy sweet, too sweet to be real.

“No.” Asha replied simply, “I’m fine.”

“No, ‘thank you’?” Sally questioned, a tone of steel in her voice now, creeping in there. Her rosy red lips were pressed into a tight line now, clearly trying not to get what she wanted, for Asha to talk.

“No.” Asha replied simply. This, made Sally give out her famous, ‘You’ll tell me one way or another,’ look, to her daughter.

“I see.” Sally replied tightly. She then lent and poured some more tea into her own cup, all with her thin legs crossed and retaining her wealthy, and posh posture.

Asha did nothing but waited until her mother would talk again. The thing was, her and her mother never talked unless she had something to brag about in her writing. A new plot or characters mean streak.
“Now dear, about that fawn that’s outside, in the barn,”

This caught Asha’s attention right away. She sat up right then, her eyes wide