This is to show you my writing.
I have published a book of poetry and a fantasy book that the whole family can enjoy.
I am the only distributor of The Gateway if you are interested in a copy please feel free to e-mail me for details.
The Amazing Prism can be purchased via Amazon.com or the publishers website.
From The Gateway Poetry by Asha Martin
The Riddle
Fire
is my coat of mail
Sharp
as a sword is my tail
Blood
runs cold when I fly
Like
an arrow through the sky
Swift
are my claws
Hard
are my jaws
To
crush the bone.
Men
now leave me well alone.
For
your sake
Do
not hesitate
To
solve this riddle
We are long past the middle.Have you guessed?
There’s no time left.
What am I
That flies so high,
Over your head?
Too late, now you’re dead!
Feel Free to leave a comment of the answer to The Riddle.
I will post in a new post the Epilogue of The Riddle if I get some answers from you all.
Excerpt from The Amazing Prism A children's fantasy by Asha Martin
Sitting on Julie’s bed with their treasure, which Alley
suggested they refer to as a prism just
until they had figured out what it
was, the girls talked as they inspected it. The prism glowed softly and felt
warm as they turned it over.
“What do you think it could be?”
“I don’t know but I wish I knew why it was left in the window
seat to start with.”
“It must be something special,” Julie turned the prism over
again. “What do you think Alley? You are the scientist are you not?”
Alley nodded thinking. “Hmm, it’s too big to be a jewel.” She
said thinking some more.
“How can we find out what it is?”
“Well… We could take it to school, to the science lab. Run
some tests on it and see what it looks like under the microscope and stuff like
that.”
“Good idea Alley. But when? After school on Monday?”
“Nah I can’t I have to help out at the book fair.”
“Oh, well what about Tuesday then?”
“Alright Tuesday, after school. How ’bout four-ish? That way
the cleaners’ll be just about done and we can slip passed ’em without too much
trouble.”
“What will we tell our
mothers and fathers? They are bound to ask us where we are going and what we
are doing!”
“Do I have to think of everything? I don’t know make
something up like you’re coming over to my place to work on a project or
something.”
Julie got up and replaced the prism in the window seat
box nodding.I hope you have enjoyed reading a little of my published works.
Asha ~The Blind Beader~