Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Friday, 29 July 2011

August Issue Sneak Peek: The Unforgiving Tree

Don't miss our tragic take on Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree. It will sadden you, yes, but it will also throw you from your chair and pull a cry of victory from your mouth. Join us on August 1st to read this tantalizing tale of turmoil and triumph!





The tree was so angry!
The tree was distraught!
The little boy ought to be caught!
And then tied into a granny knot.



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Friday, 22 July 2011

Suppen Kaspar - Martin Thoburn

Jason Smith recently sent us a few tales to read from the book Struwwelpeter. We were partial to the naughty boy Augustus who would not eat his soup. Things do not end well for August. Children, eat your soup, mind.


I shall have mine with toes upon crumpets.


So you shall. Enjoy.





Suppen Kaspar
Created by Martin Thoburn



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Tuesday, 19 July 2011

The Devil Can't Help You Here - Mark Boliek

Darlinks! Dearestlinks! Poppets!

Here at Underneath The Juniper Tree we are open to all sorts of spooky mayhem in all sorts of mediums. Mark Boliek sent us a song, chatz, called "The Devil Can't Help You Here". And it goes along with his book. Is there no end to the creativity? Here is the cover for his book The Mahogany Door for which the music was written. Look, listen and enjoy.




 






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Thursday, 30 June 2011

Last Chance for FREE BOOKS!.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

That's right. You have until tonight to subscribe to this amazing magazine and you, my darling toe-pie will be entered into our contest to win one of Tex's recommendations.

Oh please, oh pick me. Oh yes, oh yes me!

Tex, these are your books. You already own them.

I LOVE CONTESTS.

Collect all your friends and family, get them to subscribe to our feed and then tell us you did that! So easy. Tell us on here (anywhere on here!), Facebook, Twitter or even mail us a letter and we will enter you into the contest. Winner to be announced tomorrow July 1st with the July issue! You don't want to miss out. It's new, improved, decorated and anticipated.

See you there, if you dare...


Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The Zoo - Tanya Andrious (sneak peek)

      She looked up at the sky. In all her time living in England, Elizabeth could not recall the sky ever looking like Hell was about to break loose. The once slightly moody sky gave way to an intense concoction of red and black. 
     The wind steadily picked up speed and the rain turned to a wall of sleet causing the temperature to drop significantly. Elizabeth considered herself grown up; she thought she was mature for her age, what with being 13 and all. Still, slithers of fear began to creep across her body. Then a drumming of hail pelted the path and for the first time Elizabeth conceded the notion that she might never leave the London Zoo.





The Zoo
Tanya Andrious
lifesdenouement.blogspot.com


For the rest of The Zoo plus many more exciting and horrifying tales and art, come back tomorrow for the July issue! 


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Sunday, 26 June 2011

July Issue - Sneak Peek

In next month's issue I will be touching on something very near and dear to me.

Me?

The Beast. Most of you don't know about the animal that haunts the shadows in my house. Find out in the July Issue. Come back July 1st for the whole tale as I dive into the story that has become legend of The Beast and I.



The Beast and I – Part I:




I watched him gallop around, exploring the world with his teeth. Laying down, he was already as tall as I was standing up.

It wasn’t long before they were after us. Get that monster out of here, they hissed

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And don't forget about our Friendly Contest! We want to give you free books. It's easy to enter and anyone can enter as many times (as many friends) as they have/want! Please pay attention to what you have to do or else you won't be entered and we want you to win. So.

Good luck!





Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Tex's Tale

Texillian Armadillion
Gobbling up words—that’s why I was born…created…devised, perhaps? My origins are an anonymity even to myself.

I live in a mysterious attic filled with wondrous words, floating around the dust the way that invisible notes of a piano float through a concert hall. Marjorie was revealed to me one day when I saw a tiny toe pass through the darkness. I scrambled to slurp up all of the letters and numbers, punctuation marks and blank spaces I could before the owner of this delicious looking toe took them away from me.
I opened my mouth and inhaled.

Like a phenomenal whirlwind, words and parts of words came dancing into my mouth. And it wasn’t until I finished with the words and started nibbling on that delicious (albeit curious) toe, that Marjorie noticed me.

I am Tex.

I am keeper of the tales.

I am an eerie little creature and I prefer to stay that way. I will eat parts of you even if I love you. I will gnaw on parts of you if I am perturbed. Please do not take offense. As some would ask, “Were you raised in a barn?” Well, no. I was raised in an attic with nothing but alphabet letters and old feline skeletons to keep me company.

Do not feel sorry for me.

For I am Tex.

And I am keeper of the tales.

I hear a symphony when I read words. I see a painting when I watch the alphabet letters dance with the dust bunnies in front of my eyes.

If you must use my beloved letters on that white regurgitated wood, please make them count.

For each letter has a tale to tell, a life to live.

With slobbery toe nibbles and a tip of my bowler hat,