How It All Began. A Cartoon by Jacqueline Miller

How It All Began. A Cartoon by Jacqueline Miller

Today, I started drawing the back story to my cartoon The Wrong Spell. I’m also writing it as a graphic novel and a regular novel. Today’s cartoon took ages as I had to use several apps on the iPad.

This shows the moment Janey and Gerald meet for the first time.

I hope you like it.

Jacqueline

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Written by: Jacqueline Miller
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Oh, Please Be Mine! A Medieval Love Poem From A Knight to the Princess He Loves by Jacqueline Miller

Today I wrote a poem for day 11 of the writing challenge I’m participating in for Mythic Scribes.

I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s humorous, but I also found it sad because it was about a pure and true love, and the poor knight was imprisoned in a dungeon.

Jacqueline

Day 11-Bard Prompt-Write a story about the worst bard in existence.

Oh, Please Be Mine!

A Medieval Love Poem From a Knight To The Princess He Loves by Jacqueline Miller

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a kingdom far away, lived a knight who fell in love with a beautiful Princess.

The Princess fell in love with him, too. They wanted to marry but her father, a greedy King, sent the knight away on various quests to prove his love.

( The author of these tales of Zanderlands has previously written a Valentine’s poem about their love; but this authentic poem was found in the Kingdom of Verucka, written on the wall of a dungeon in the fortress of the King of the Goblins. The author has translated it from the old fashioned form containing such words as ‘thou’ and ‘thy’, and updated it to this modern version.)

The Princess Fenella found a copy of this poem written inside the flyleaf of a book gifted to her by Sir Lanceypot. These words were also discovered written on the wall of a dungeon as stated above.

Oh, Please Be Mine!

Oh, Princess Fen, you are most fair
With lustrous shiny golden hair
I’d know your perfume anywhere
Oh, please be mine!

Your father is a noble king
With lots of gold and everything
I’d serenade if I could sing
Oh, please be mine!

You live inside a castle tall
I’ve watched you dancing at a Ball
You are the fairest of them all
Oh, please be mine!

And while inside that castle tall
We danced together at the Ball
You are the sweetest one of all
Oh, please be mine!

We kissed outside the castle grand
We stood together hand in hand
We even listened to the band
Oh, please be mine!

Your father is a greedy King
He loves gold more than anything
I’ll have to give you BOTH a ring
Oh, please be mine!

But now he’s sent me on a quest
To kill a dragon in the West
I’ve told him I will try my best
Oh, please be mine!

But should I die and not come home
You know my love’s for you alone
I’ll love you, Fen, where ‘ere I roam
Oh, please be mine!

I trust my love is not in vain
I think that you still feel the same
I hope that soon you’ll share my name
Oh, please be mine!

I hope you feel the way I do
You know I want to marry you
I swear to be forever true
If you’ll be mine!

The words in the dungeon were by Anon

But Princess Fenella’s copy was signed,

‘Sir Cedric Lanceypot, with love.’

Written by: Jacqueline Miller

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Ethelbert The Wise And The Old Assassin By Jacqueline Miller

Here is my story for day 9 of the Flash Fiction writing challenge that I’m participating in on Mythic Scribes. I wrote two stories for this one as I found it quite difficult. I’ll post the second one at the end of this one, although I wrote it first. The second one is very short!

I hope you enjoy reading them!

Jacqueline

Day 9-Assassin Prompt-Write a story about an assassin’s last job before retiring

Ethelbert the Wise and The Old Assassin by Jacqueline Miller

(460 words)

“And so,”Ethelbert the Wise, was saying, “the king would like you to repair this cabinet.”

“Bit of a mess, ain’t it?” said the carpenter. “Cor! What ‘appened ‘ere? Looks like it’s been

burnt.”

“It’s from dragon fire,” Ethelbert explained, beginning to feel irritated.

He’d spent all morning interviewing carpenters and goldsmiths in the throne room without

any help or support from the King.

The artisan scratched his head.

“Ooh, that’s going to cost ya. We always charge double to repair stuff wot’s been damaged

by dragon fire.”

Ethelbert made a face. The man, who was short and stout with a ruddy complexion, stared

back at him, then pointed a grimy finger at the Royal Adviser’s charred and ragged beard.

“You look like you need repairing from the dragon fire, yourself!”

Ethelbert made a mental note to tell King Norbit not to employ this man. He disliked people

who made personal comments. Besides, he felt his services would not be cheap.

“Thank you. Just write your estimate in the Royal Book of Quotes over there and I’m sure

the Master of the Royal household will be in touch.”

“And who might that be?” asked the man.

“Oh, never you mind!” Ethelbert replied. “Just don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

“Is that so?” said the man. “Right. Well, here’s my card, anyway.”

Ethelbert took the card. On it, in bright red ink, was written,

“Ade’s Assassins! No Job Too Small.”

Ethelbert began to splutter with surprise.

“Assassins? But I’m looking for a carpenter!”

“Oops, sorry, wrong card!” The man snatched it back and handed Ethelbert a card printed in

brown ink.

“Ade’s Carpenters! No Job Too Small.”

If Ethelbert’s eyebrows had not been burnt off by the dragon fire he would have raised them

now.

“I like to keep myself versatile,” the man explained. “I retired from being an Assassin last

month after my last job. I found it too emotionally draining.”

“Indeed,” Ethelbert said.

“Although, of course if the King required my services, I’d be more than ‘appy to ‘elp.”

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ethelbert took both cards.

After Ade had signed the Book of Quotes and departed, Ethelbert examined the cards again.

At the bottom of the Assassins card he read:

“Monsters, Goblins and Dragons Our Speciality.”

Day 9-Assassin Prompt-Write a story about an assassin’s last job before retiring.

Very Short Assassin Flash Fiction by Jacqueline Miller

(18 words)

Before retiring for the night, John, a mercenary assassin, squashed a small spider that had been bothering him.

Written by: Jacqueline Miller
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The Knight and the Case of Mistaken Identity by Jacqueline Miller

Well, I’ve reached day 6 of the challenge on Mythic Scribes. As you can see, today’s post was another difficult one to interpret. I didn’t have any idea where this was going to go. I started off with the image of a knight waiting outside a cave with a sleeping monster inside and let the characters take it where they wanted!

I hope you enjoy reading it!

Jacqueline

Day 6-Monster Prompt-Write a story in which a monster works amongst humans.

The Knight and the Case of Mistaken Identity

By Jacqueline Miller
(860 words)

The knight approached the place carefully. He remembered that this was where the creature hibernated during the winter. Brown and yellow leaves blew across his path. They were the first signs of the passing of autumn.

As he paused to listen, he heard a loud wheezing sound that merged then soared above the noise of the wind. He moved forward and stood next to the dark entrance of a cave.

With his sword at the ready, the knight slipped into the dim cavity, his armour clanking softly.

The grey light from the doorway illuminated a large, lumpen shape, that rose and fell as it snored. It was the source of the wheezing sound that had drawn him towards the cave.

The knight stood still, silently contemplating the creature. It would be so easy to kill it- all he had to do was thrust his sword and the deed would be done. But the moment passed as he recalled the well known saying:

“Always let monsters and sleeping dogs lie!”

Instead, he moved to the back of the cave where he found only rocks.

“How odd, “the knight muttered. “Last time I was here there was a huge pile of gold. Where’s it gone? Perhaps it’s hidden it under its blanket.”

High above him, hanging on hooks at the back of the cave, he could see a couple of skeletons. The smaller of the two looked strangely familiar, with lustrous golden hair. As the knight stared, he noticed the familiar talisman on a chain around the skeleton’s neck. He reached up, grabbed the chain and tore it off, then gasped with horror.

Something had stirred behind him.

He turned around.

From under the blanket a shape was rising.

The blanket fell away, revealing a purple monster with two heads, amber flecked green eyes and red mouths that flickered like traffic lights behind jagged yellow teeth, dripping with saliva. Long, lethal, purple claws reached out to grab him.

The knight swiftly lifted his sword and chopped off one of the monster’s arms.

“Take that you ________ brute!”

The monster screamed in pain.

“I’ve come to get my revenge!” cried the knight.

“What the ???!!!! Ow! “yelled the monster, as the knight sliced off one of its heads.

“Don’t do it, Derrick!”cried the monster, weakly, from its remaining head. “You’re making a dreadful mistake!”

“That’s for killing my sister!” Derrick cried, swinging his sword to detach one of the foul creature’s legs below the knee. “Did you think I’d not recognise her?” He held up the talisman on its chain. “I thought you were my friend, Belga, but you’re just like the rest!”

As the beast fell to the ground, Derrick grabbed his dagger and plunged it repeatedly into the monster’s two hearts.

The monster collapsed with a sound like air escaping from a balloon. It lay in a puddle of sticky green blood.

Its wheezing ceased: it was dead!

Derrick turned to see an amorphous two headed ghostly apparition rising from the depths of the grey blanket.

The ghost was pointing a gnarled green fluorescent finger at him.

Derrick sprang backwards, screaming in fright: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Oh, evil knight!” screeched the ghost, opening its mouths to show several rows of vampirish, sharp yellow teeth.

“From now on, Derrick Bertilak, you shall be cursed! Known only as the Green Knight, you shall wander this Earth, unable to die and never to know Peace! Prepare to meet thy doom!”

There was a wizzing sound, a bit like a washing machine in spin-dry mode, and the ghost began to turn around in a terrestrially charged vortex.

The knight screamed again: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Raising his sword for protection, he tried to escape from the cave.

“You’re a monster amongst men!” screamed the ghost. “You’ve killed Agra!”

“No, I’ve killed Belga!”Derrick replied, angrily.”I’ve got my revenge for the monster’s murders.”

He ran out of the cave. The ground trembled beneath his feet as loud footsteps approached.

He tried to hide in the shadows as another two headed purple monster strode towards him.

“Oh, hello Derrick, I’m so glad you’re here!”the monster greeted him, warmly. “I’ve hidden the gold and got my brother to rescue two humans from the lair of our enemy, the Goblins of Verucka.

Unfortunately, he was too late to save them as the goblins had already killed them. But you can give their remains a proper burial in your family vault. Agra couldn’t come with me as his asthma’s real bad, today. Come meet him: he’s sleeping in the cave.

Hey, what’s wrong, Derrick? Speak to me, my friend!

Derrick, why are you crying?

Derrick, where are you going?

Come back!

Derrick!”

Written by: Jacqueline Miller

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