Scribbles in the Dark

By Northern Beaches Writers' Group and Zena Shapter (Editor)

Fourteen-year-old Callum has long wondered what happened to his father... Callum has lived with his grandparents above their pub in Australia's outback since his father disappeared, six years ago. Then the rains came. Along with his foster brother Jake, Callum and his dinosaur sculpture are transported to another world, where questions are a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Northern Beaches Writers Group
• Release date: Nov 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9780994200624

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter 1: The Winton Hotel Pub

Chapter 2: The Cleaner

Chapter 3: Over the Rainbow

Chapter 4: The Secret of the Scribbles

Chapter 5: Dinosaur Fire

Chapter 6: It’s Alive

Chapter 7: Keep the Balance

Chapter 8: Hammer and Chisel

Chapter 9: Leap of Faith

Chapter 10: Home Fires

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SCRIBBLES IN THE DARK

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Copyright 2013 Leah Boonthanom, Tracey Jackson, Tony McFadden, Fi Michell, Liz Michell, Mijmark, Zoya Nojin, Kristin Prescott, Zena Shapter, Kirsten Taylor

eBook edition ISBN 978-0-9942006-2-4

Editor-in-Chief: Zena Shapter

Editors: Zoya Nojin • Zena Shapter

Illustrators: Liz Michell • Mijmark

Assisted by: Tracey Jackson

Prepared for Publication by: Leah Boonthanom

Authors: Tony McFadden • Fi Michell • Zoya Nojin

Kristin Prescott • Zena Shapter • Kirsten Taylor

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DEDICATION TO ALL THE CHILDREN

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We hope our story helps you smile as you work through your own battles in life.

Now let us take you on a high-action fantasy adventure with Cal, Jake, Dawn and a tiny dinosaur, as they explore a world of danger and discovery, over the rainbow...

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For the first two years following publication, fifty percent of all profits

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SCRIBBLES IN THE DARK

Pub-1

1. The Winton Hotel Pub

The floorboards of Cal’s bedroom vibrated with the rhythmic thud and strumming twang of country music. Some superstar wannabe was wailing his hardest downstairs in the pub, all for the glory of winning The Winton Hotel’s monthly open-mic session. It was driving Cal insane. Nan and Pop started the competition a couple of years back, to encourage the locals. Cal wished they hadn’t. The stink of smoke and stale beer was never so bad as when the comp was on, and the locals came regardless. Theirs was the only pub round these parts. There was no other place big enough for everyone to get together, not for miles.

Cal flinched at the roar of another ute pulling up outside. Exhaust fumes and dust billowed in through his window, which he slammed shut as fast as he could, knocking one of his rock figures off the sill. It rattled across the floor and rolled under his bed. Cursing, he knelt down to find it. It’d better not be chipped. It’d taken forever to carve its eight spindly legs, fashion the texture