Author: Mary
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New character – post by the editor in chief
Today I am pleased to announce after much auditioning we have found one of the stars of our latest story book. Who is Snuzzle? Snuzzle is a small, gentle bedtime dragon who shares a cosy bedroom with his best friend, Pillowby Bear.He is the sort of dragon who curls rather than roars, prefers biscuits to…
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Top Secret: Splinters Offical TwigCode Manual
From the Desk of Splinter Junior (Mischief Editor & Chief Codebreaker) Sir Hugo thinks he knows everything that happens in High Dene HQ, but he doesn’t know about TwigCode. If you want to send secret messages to your friends (or plot a button-pressing emergency under the kitchen table) without adults or Editor-in-Chiefs catching on, you…
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Editorial meeting Minutes
“Minutes of the Little Compton Casting Call” Date:15.08.2026 Location: High Dene HQ (Under the kitchen table) Chair: Sir Hugo (Editor-in-Chief) Chief Agitator: Splinter Junior (Mischief Editor) 1. Review of Human Inhabitants The Chair presented the official village register for All Quiet in Little Compton: • Farmer Jack: Hardworking, patient, currently missing three wooden crates (suspected…
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Adding Stabalisers to WordPress
Writing Writing is easy. Well, comparatively easy. I can sit quite happily writing poems, stories, improbable adventures, and conversations between bears and wooden creatures without feeling the least bit technically challenged. Then I decided to set up a blog. This was my mistake. WordPress, I discovered, is rather like being handed a perfectly serviceable bicycle…
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How a Poet transitions to writing for children.
When you begin as a poet, you get used to listening. Poems arrive as whispers, rhythms, images, and odd little sparks that insist on being written down. You follow them. You trust them. You don’t always know where they’re going, but you step into the flow anyway, leaving the words and imagery to be refined…
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How the Firewood Harp Found Its Scallywags
A story that waited… until Splinter arrived. This story — a tale about a harp, a watermill, and a Grumpy Queen — has been brewing quietly in my mind for about five years. It waited, patiently, to be written. It lived in the background, humming its melody, shaping itself, but never quite stepping forward. Then…