Greetings Story Explorers!!! Welcome to my blog. Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting recorded versions of the tales featured in my latest booky — The Adventures of Mister Storyfella. Here’s the first one hot from the studio. THE
Poor Little Child My musical version of story by the grandmother in Georg Büchner’s play Woyzeck This sets the scene for tomorrow night’s show …
A story to warm your cockles Dartmoor Storytellers presents New Light – Stories for the Winter Solstice The nights are long, and the sun is at its lowest point: after a challenging twelve months, we wait for the first spark of
Angkor was once the capital of the Khmer kingdom, but nothing lasts forever. In the 14th century there was a wealthy grandma known as Lady Penh living on the outskirts of a village located in present day Phnom Penh. During
One morning, in the raucous racket of the rainforest, Mouse Deer was nervously nibbling grass tips, snaffling tree buds and chomping fallen fruits. Suddenly, a shadow fell upon the ground. He started, and then looked up into the fiery eyes
The Muisca people of the Andes, believed that Laguna de Guatavita was created by a crashing meteor that transported a golden god who resided in the lake’s floor. The legend says the lake is where the Muisca celebrated a ritual
Whilst writing, walking and rehearsing in Bogota, found this gem by Colombian poet Rafael Pombo (1833-1912) just waiting to be turned into a song. The Poor Old Lady Once upon a time there was an old lady With nothing to
Sabah prised the leech from her leg and stabbed it with a stick. She spat on the wound of tiny teeth marks and was about to return to her jungle home, when she felt a grip tightening around her waist.