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Sunday, 29 April 2012

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Monday, 23 April 2012

St. Mary's Catholic Primary School in Wimbledon

Thank you to all the staff and children at St Mary's in Wimbledon for a fantastic author visit even though I almost had no voice left even before I started!
What a brilliant school and lovely way to finish my mini tour of excellent South West London schools!
Highlights of the day were great Noah Ramsbottom stories by the Year 1 and 2's, colourful pictures by Reception, awesome questions and answers with Years 3 & 4 and unbelievable Sam Marsh stories by Years 5 & 6. Thank you Miss Baker for everything!

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Sunday, 22 April 2012


Due to popular demand over the summer I will be running a series of two day creative writing workshops for grown ups! The events will take place in the beautiful Yorkshre Dales and numbers will be limited to about ten. Places will be allocated on a first come first served basis. To find out more about the venue and the content please visit my website and get in touch with me

Book an author visit for your school!

To book an author visit, with inspirational literacy, drama and cross curricular workshops for children from Early Years to Year 9 visit my website

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Thank you Furzedown Primary School

A huge thank you to Miss Belcher for asking me to visit Furzedown Primary School in Tooting Bec. I was made to feel most welcome by head, staff and pupils and some of the work was truly memorable, I might even borrow some of the ideas!

Thunder at Ronald Ross Primary School!

Thank you to Mrs Parry and all the staff and children at Ronald Ross Primary School in Wimbledon for a memorable author visit! Things got really exciting when I was reading from Sam Marsh: The Viking King and just as the US Air force took on the Spider Tanks of Herr Krater it boomed with thunder!;jsessionid=FDB233AFAD44E47C27C48FD6716BFAD7

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Sam Marsh and the Battle of the Cloudships

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Sunday 1st January 2012, 10.30am, The Kehlsteinhaus, the Kr√∂ndlhorn Mountain, Austrian Alps 
Chapter 10

The Kehlsteinhaus or Eagle’s Nest, was situated close to the summit of the 2,444 metre high Kr√∂ndlhorn Mountain in the Austrian Alps. The high security luxurious mountain top villa was perched precariously on the rock and was extremely private. The only way to and from the residence was by the helicopter, private helicopter. Anyone, any other helicopters or aircraft risked being shot at if they strayed too close.
To the naked eye, the large five star complex looked like an exclusive luxury holiday retreat for the rich and famous. But the pristine facade masked a high tech complex that was sunk deep into the solid granite core of the mountain.
It was a bitingly cold, crisp morning and the sunlight glistened off the ice coated walls and verandas of the white buildings.
“He’s coming your way Chigashev!” shouted Frolov in Russian into his radio.
“Which way is he coming from Frolov?” replied his partner in crime.
The two burly muscle men, ex weightlifting, KGB hatchet men, were wearing their ‘uniform’ of black leather lace up boots, black combat pants, and three quarter length black leather jackets. As usual the hairs on their heads were cropped so closely that you could almost see their pink flaky scalps. They were both wearing designer dark glasses to help deal with the blinding glare from the sun reflecting off the snow and ice.
Chigashev and Frolov were the sort of men you hired if you wanted things, evidence, people, whatever, to disappear. But these two weren’t for hire anymore because they worked for just one boss, Herr Krater. They were completely devoted to Krater and would do anything he asked without ever questioning an order.
“Round the south veranda!” said Frolov as they organised themselves.
As he positioned himself, Chigashev could hear heavy breathing coming his way as he turned the last corner. Quickly he lifted his Kalashnikov AK-103 machine gun, its stock folded to make it more pistol like so he could use it one handed. He skidded to a halt, grabbed a railing to steady himself and waited, his breath held. At the very last minute he jumped out in front of his victim, his gun ready to fire.
“STOP!!” yelled Frolov, holding his hand up, “Don’t fire!”
Just in time Chigashev checked his natural instinct to squeeze the trigger.
“Frolov? It’s you!”
“For sure it’s me! What are you, an idiot?”
“Where’s he gone?” asked Chigashev, looking confused.
“What do you mean? He didn’t pass you?” questioned Frolov.
“No way! Believe me, no one could have got past me!”
“So that means there’s only one place he could have gone!”
The pair both rushed, slipping and sliding on the shot ice over to the perimeter railings and peered over. There, in the far distance a thousand feet below they saw a streak of white zooming away across the mountain valley. Without thinking both men opened fire and let rip a couple of long blasts into the fresh air, but the chances of hitting such a fast moving target at such long range were extremely low.


Sunday, 8 April 2012

Sam Marsh: The Battle of the Cloudships Chapter 39 Skelibot broadcast to the world.

Chapter 39 Skelibot broadcast to the world.

We are interrupting your normal programmes to bring you a special broadcast,” declared the BBC programme announcer across every single BBC television and radio channel that was broadcast to the world.
The exact same message was being given on every single television and radio across the entire planet.
There was a minute’s pause as the Earth held its breath in anticipation. Then a terrifying shiny metal skeleton skull appeared on screen, bright red eyes staring at the camera. Just below the head, on a metal neck, a perfectly tied bow tie and wing collar shirt were visible along with the top of an expensive looking tuxedo.
The Skelibot cleared his throat and prepared to speak.
“Eee! Humans of the Earth, this morning our vastly superior technology disabled your International Space Centre,” he paused, “Eee! As I speak we are in the process of disabling your entire satellite communication system, except of course television broadcasts. We have already seized a number of aircraft, and we
have grounded all flights due to take off from all airports around your planet.”
The Skelibot paused to allow the world to digest what he was saying. The emotionless, piercing red eyes never once blinked.
“Eee! This afternoon on Oxford Street, London, we gave an impressive demonstration of our military prowess, destroying a number of your most advanced war planes. This is a warning,” the Skelibot winked, “we will give just this one warning to the governments of your Earth. From now on no military airplanes
should attempt to fly. None whatsoever! If you attempt to fly or worse, take aggressive action against us we will destroy one of your major cities. For your information the first city to be destroyed will be New York. The second will be Moscow, the third London, the fourth will be Beijing and so on.”

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