Fear in a Handful of Dust

Evening lovely readers 🙂

Here is a guest post by yours truly exploring the concept of fear and phobias. Admittedly I have a few so I could pull from life but everyone should have a go at writing out of their comfort zone. I hope you enjoy and I hope you follow Helena for some great fiction with ooey gooey literary goodness 🙂

Thank you 🙂

For One Of My Best Friends

Evening lovely readers 🙂

Have you ever noticed that sometimes inspiration can pop up and smack you round the chops without your realising? A wonderful instance happened to me that has urged me to write something outside my comfy-almost-like-pyjama’s fantasy genre. I received a message off one of my best friends and the lovely lovely lady had meant to type the word probably. However due to her phone mishap I got the name Rob Ably instead 🙂 This was my *Ping* moment Ladies and Gentleman and this children’s story is what came from it. This is for you Cheryl Denise Westby, I hope you like my silly jaunt 🙂

The Tale of Rob Ably and The Missing Gerri-Faff

Little Princess Narky Nappy was not a happy girl. She screamed the palace down and down from pillar up to pearl. The King and Queen were really sad not knowing what to do. What could have set their darling off? Was it something new?

 

They rushed into her nursery affright with all the noise. They searched and looked and gave her tons of all her sparkly toys. But nothing would ever do and would not make her laugh. They finally saw the problem too she’d lost her Gerri-Faff.

 

They searched and searched but could not find the little animal. They’d pull someone up from the town ’twas always nice and full. They rushed on over to the phone sat nicely on the table. They need a man with hearty will who’s good and nice and able.

 

Twas Rob Ably that turned up, a good and happy fellow. He took it with a pinch of salt and kept it nice and mellow. He promised he would search the World to find her this lost toy. And with a sigh he started off on the long and lonely ploy.

 

He decided he would search up high upon the mountain range. He couldn’t find it anywhere nor birds flight which is strange. There were no trees, no rocks nor bush for life to live and hide. There were no nooks and cranny’s for a Gerri-Faff to reside.

 

Next he settled on the beach in hopes of search and sun. There were no people here in fact enjoying all the fun. The golden sand did burn his feet and caused a rosy hue. But missing from this perfect scene was a little Gerri-Faff too.

 

At last he came upon the sea all beautiful and clear. He trembled as he looked upon in such a dreaded fear. He had not found the Gerri-Faff, not hide, not hair, not stuffing. When it dropped into his hands, dropped by a passing puffin.

 

Rob wanted to jump for joy, to bound, to scream and leap. At least he knew now once at home his small life he would keep. He placed the Faff deep in his bag and shut it nice and tight. He needed to get it home right now with no dark extra fright.

 

And so Rob jauntily sauntered off with high hopes for the Faff. He returned it to the throne to make the Princess good and laugh. Rob was honoured for his deed, given titles, lands and lease. And finally the small kingdom returned to its natural peace.

 

 

THE END

This was just a silly rough attempt at a children’s story, pay it no mind 🙂 Thank you 🙂