Really Short Stories

Summer Memories

Let us go on an adventure across the lake!

I’ll row, can you bring a treasure map?

A Myth From Back Home

There’s a myth back home about a dragon,
One that made its dwelling in the mountains,
Protecting grand halls of gold within.

The gold runs as deep as the mountain is high.
A treasure horde gathered over many generations.
Yet there is one dragon.

A dragon with a rusted armour of iron,
And a cunning like no other - luring the unwise into a trap.

It sleeps for over one hundred years,
And casts terror on the land for over a thousand.

But it’s only a story, right?
It’s only a myth.


What a beautiful place!
Welcome to my playground.
Float with me sometime, okay?

Our Tree

You may be like a monkey when it comes to climbing trees, but I’ve got the snacks.

The Balloonist's Friend

Once in a while I like to wake up somewhere new.

I pack a picnic for two,

Put on my warm boots and coat,

Roll up my maps (taking a red pencil to mark any new discoveries of course),

And warm up the balloon.

Rope swing?

Can we rope swing?

(I love rope swing.)