Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

By The Indie Collaboration

Another collection of children’s stories and poems from The Indie Collaboration. Once again we take you to far-away lands of magic and moonbeams, wishes and daydreams, cookies and ice creams. I can't wait to go back. Can you?

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The Indie Collaboration grew out of a group of like-minded independent authors. Together, we decided to show the world how great works of fiction can be created without the involvement of any large publishing companies; creating a direct channel between ourselves and our readers is of the utmost importance to us. Each author has freely donated their time and work and are committed to the Indie Collaboration's cause of:

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter John
• Release date: Apr 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310958946

The Indie Collaboration

The Indie Collaboration grew out of a group of like minded independent authors. Together, we decided to show the world how great works of fiction can be created without the involvement of any large publishing companies; creating a direct channel between ourselves and our readers is of the utmost importance to us. Each author has freely donated their time and work and are committed to the Indie Collaboration's cause of:Offering the best of indie authorsin bite size pieces for free.We hope you enjoy our books

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Reflections

By Dani J Caile

Miss Thompson says I never pay attention,

Always staring out of the window, daydreaming, she says.

But I'm not such a bad kid, I get passes...most days.

Though she has talked to my parents a few times.

Emily could do better, she says.

If only she'd stopped looking out of the window.

Yes, I do look out at the playground and street.

Especially the Games lessons, they look so neat.

I wish I were out there, in the fresh air and wind,

And not stuck in this classroom with these horrible kids.

But Miss Thompson, I've really got to say

That windows work both ways

Or however they do.

Not only can I see what's happening outside,

But if I focus on the reflection there's more besides

Trees and people, concrete and balls.

I can see all around me, inside these four walls.

My classmates, at my own fantastic classmates.

There's Griff, the class bully,

Pulling poor Jenny's hair,

There's the twins making paper planes

Flying them everywhere.

Flying them everywhere!

Little Teddy likes scribbling his name in his desk,

And James eats so much that there's always a mess

On the floor under Miss Thompson's long nose.

Annie and Denise play with their little pink dolls

Behind their raised folders until Miss Thompson calls.

Alex breaks pencils, about one every hour,

No one is bothered so long as they're not ours.

Griff likes to drop water bombs into bags

And watch the sad victim scream and get in a strop.

Oh, and detention for those who stand up and go nuts.

Every day there's a message running through the whole class,

Passed from desk to desk about who knows what and how.

Sometimes it's a love letter,

Sometimes it's abuse

But it eventually lands somebody up in the noose.

Gestures are king in the class, I can see.

There's kissing-blowing, hand gestures and sometimes picking a nose.

Then eating the bogey and listening to groans.

There's even a bit of extortion I see,

With nasty Dick Everson taking money from Bobby McFlea.

I stopped that, I did, with a small written note,

Placed hidden inside Miss Thompson's coat.

Vanessa has long hair which she sleeps behind,

And Doris reads any old book which she finds.

I also know who stuck Miss Thompson's pen to her board,

And it wasn't Mike Jefferson Lord.

That would be me.

Emily.

© 2015 Dani J Caile

Illustration courtesy of Vladimir Zuñiga of Foca.tk

Sister Abigail and the Naughty Penguin

By Dorothy Seers

Sister Abigail is a nun. She wears a long black dress called a habit with white around her shoulders. She also wears a black hood with a white underneath called a wimple. Sister Abigail lives in a big house with other nuns and she absolutely loves animals.

On her days off, Sister Abigail likes to go to the Zoo and she likes to talk to all the lions, tigers, elephants, giraffes and monkeys. On this particular day Sister Abigail took some small fish with her as she wanted to spend some time talking to the penguins. There was one certain little penguin who even talked back.

Gwark! said the little penguin in a very loud voice.

Hello little Penguin. Said Sister Abigail and she threw him a fish, which he hungrily gobbled up.

That afternoon, when Sister Abigail got home, she stood on her doorstep and looked in her handbag for her front door key.

Gwark! said the little penguin in a very loud voice. Sister Abigail looked round. The Naughty little penguin was looking up at her.

Hello little Penguin. Sister Abigail said and she picked him up and took him into the house.

Sister Superior, the nun who was in charge of the house, said the little penguin must have escaped from the zoo and followed Sister Abigail home. Sister Superior told Sister Abigail to take the naughty little penguin back to the zoo right away.

Gwark! said the naughty little penguin in a very loud voice. Sister Abigail picked him up and took him into the kitchen.

I think you are hungry, said Sister Abigail and she opened a tin of tuna, which she tipped onto a plate and gave to the penguin, who hungrily gobbled it up.

Gwark! said the naughty little penguin in a very loud voice.

I think you are far too heavy to carry all the way back to the Zoo, said Sister Abigail, so she found a shopping trolley in the cupboard under the stairs and put the naughty penguin in it.

Gwark! said the naughty little penguin in a very loud voice.

I think you will get too cold, said Sister Abigail, so she found a blanket and wrapped it all around the naughty little penguin so that only his head could be seen poking out the top of the shopping trolley.

Gwark! said the naughty little penguin in a very loud voice.

I think it is time you went back home, said Sister Abigail, so she wheeled him out of the house in the shopping trolley and started walking down the street towards the zoo.

Gwark! said the naughty little penguin in a very loud voice.

I think you are glad to be back home again, said Sister Abigail as they walked through the zoo’s front gate. Sister Abigail found the zoo-keeper’s office and knocked on the door. The zoo-keeper was surprised to see the naughty penguin’s head poking out of the shopping trolley.