Author: lazaruscarpenterauthor

Lazarus Carpenter I have lived in Wales for over twenty five years. Born in North Yorkshire, I am now an author, actor, musician and song writer, previously being a therapist, trainer and researcher, specialising in mental health. He was educated in Middlesbrough, Sheffield and Cambridge. With a fascination for Welsh History, I create worlds within worlds; magical, haunting, spirituality permeating sound moral codes of life. I live quietly with Debbie Eve (also my illustrator and our dog, Noodle in a small cottage surrounded by the beauty of the Brecon Beacons in the Valleys of South Wales.

GRUMPY THE ROOSTER

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Once upon a time, a rooster named Grumpy lived on a quaint little farm nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside. Grumpy was not your ordinary rooster; he was known for being the grumpiest rooster on the farm. Every morning, without fail, Grumpy would emerge from his coop with a scowl on his face and a bad temper that could be felt by all the animals around him. The other farm animals often joked that Grumpy must have woken up on the wrong side of the roost as he would strut around the farmyard, squawking and pecking at anyone who dared to come too close. His feathers were always ruffled, and his eyes glared fiercely, making even the bravest of hens think twice before crossing his path. Despite his grumpy demeanour, Grumpy was a beloved member of the farm, as his crowing served as the alarm clock for everyone to start their day. However, the other animals couldn’t help but wonder what made Grumpy so perpetually bad-tempered, especially in the mornings.

One day, a wise old owl named Oliver approached Grumpy and asked him why he was always so grumpy in the mornings. Grumpy, taken aback by the question, paused momentarily before replying,

“I don’t know, I just feel this way when I wake up. Maybe I need something to perk me up.”

With a knowing twinkle in his eye, Oliver suggested that Grumpy try a cup of coffee in the morning to see if it would help improve his mood. Grumpy, intrigued by the idea, decided to try it the next morning. The following day, as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Grumpy made his way to the farmhouse where the kind farmer had left out a steaming cup of coffee for him. Hesitant at first, Grumpy took a sip of the hot, aromatic brew and felt a warmth spread through his body. To everyone’s amazement, as Grumpy drank his coffee, his scowl softened, and his feathers seemed to smooth down. A sense of calm washed over him, and for the first time in as long as anyone could remember, Grumpy let out a contented cluck instead of a furious squawk.

From that day on, Grumpy’s reputation as the grumpiest rooster on the farm began to fade. The other animals marvelled at the transformation that had taken place in their once cantankerous friend, and they all agreed that a cup of morning coffee was just what Grumpy needed to start his day on the right foot. And so, the tale of Grumpy the Rooster became a legend on the farm, a story of how a simple cup of coffee could turn even the grumpiest of creatures into a beacon of cheerfulness and goodwill. And as the sun rose each morning, casting its golden light over the farmyard, Grumpy would stand tall and proud, ready to greet the day with a newfound sense of joy and optimism, all thanks to his morning coffee.

Haunted Chronicles Craig Y Nos Podcast – Michelle Fisher

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This program charts the fascinating story of Craig Y Nos Castle. From 1843 the days of Captain Rice Davies Powell and the eerie tale of the Overbeek curse, second owner Morgan Morgan 1874 and 1877-1919 when it was the home and retreat of Adelina Patti, operatic superstar, and the many years as a hospital. Now the Castle is one of the premier wedding venues in Wales. Jeremy Marsh (Castle Historian) and Lazarus Carpenter (Paranormal Researcher) share the story with Michelle Fisher.

SHOWING NOW

https://www.showboat.tv/craigynos

COMING SOON

LAUNCH DATE 3 APRIL 2024

WRITTEN BY LAZARUS CARPENTER / ILLUSTRATED BY GILL BROOKS

https://www.lazaruscarpenterauthor.com https://www.gillsplace.com

AVAILABLE FROM Swift Arrow Books Llyfrau Saeth Gyflym – swiftarrowbooksltd.co.uk

COMING SOON

AN EVENING OF MEDIUMSHIP AND CHANNELLING

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION AND INTERVIEWS PLEASE EMAIL OR CALL mtyremanw@gmail.com / 07592 245575

Gabrielle: Storyteller to Baby Dragons

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Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Draconia, lived a wise woman named Gabrielle who had a unique gift, she could speak the ancient language of dragons. Not just any dragons, but baby dragons, the most adorable and mischievous creatures in all of Draconia. These baby dragons were known for their insatiable curiosity and boundless energy, and Gabrielle was their favourite storyteller. Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Gabrielle would make her way to the clearing in the heart of Dragon Forest.

There, nestled among the ancient trees and shimmering fireflies, the baby dragons would gather around her, their eyes wide with anticipation. Gabrielle would begin her stories with a soft, melodic voice that seemed to weave a spell around her audience. She would tell them tales of great dragon heroes who once roamed the land, epic battles fought and won, and ancient prophecies that foretold the coming of a new age. The baby dragons would listen enraptured, their tiny wings fluttering with excitement, tails wagging back and forth in delight. They would gasp at the thrilling parts, laugh at the funny moments, and sigh dreamily at the romantic scenes. To them, Gabrielle’s stories were like magic, transporting them to far-off lands and filling their hearts with wonder.

As the night wore on and the moon rose high in the sky, the baby dragons would yawn and snuggle closer to Gabrielle, their eyelids drooping heavy with sleep. Smiling softly, Gabrielle would tuck them in with her soft cloak, whispering a lullaby that echoed through the forest like a gentle breeze. And so, Gabrielle would bid her young audience goodnight each night, knowing that she had filled their dreams with adventure and joy. As she made her way back home through the moonlit forest, a contented smile on her face, she knew that she had found her true calling, to be the storyteller of baby dragons, bringing magic and wonder to their young lives. In return, the baby dragons would always be her loyal friends, their tiny hearts forever filled with the stories of Gabrielle, the keeper of dragon dreams.

THE CLOCK TOWER

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Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among rolling hills, there stood an ancient clock tower. The townspeople whispered tales about the ghost of a woman who haunted the tower, her tragic story passed down through generations. Legend had it that the woman was once a beautiful maiden named Evelyn, who lived in the town centuries ago. She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant and was known for her kind heart and gentle nature. Evelyn was deeply in love with a humble young artist named William. This was much to the dismay of her father, who desired a more prestigious match for his daughter.

Despite her father’s objections, Evelyn and William continued to meet in secret, their love blossoming against all odds. However, tragedy struck when a terrible illness swept through the town, claiming the lives of many, including William. Heartbroken and desolate, Evelyn sank into a deep despair, unable to bear the loss of her beloved. One fateful night, driven by grief and longing, Evelyn climbed the winding stairs of the clock tower, her mind consumed by sorrow. As the clock struck midnight, the townspeople claimed to have heard her piercing screams echoing through the night, but when they rushed to the tower, they found it empty.

From that night on, strange occurrences plagued the clock tower. Locals reported hearing haunting melodies drifting from the tower, and some claimed to have seen a ghostly figure of a woman peering mournfully from the high windows. The clock itself seemed to take on a life of its own, chiming at odd hours and sometimes stopping altogether, only to mysteriously resume ticking days later. As time passed, the legend of Evelyn’s ghost became deeply ingrained in the town’s folklore. Some believed she was trapped in the tower, unable to find peace due to the anguish that had consumed her in life. Others thought she was bound to the clock, her spirit forever intertwined with its mechanisms.

Despite many eerie tales, the townspeople grew accustomed to the presence of a ghostly woman in the clock tower. Some even claimed to have felt a sense of comfort in her ethereal presence, believing that Evelyn’s spirit watched over the town, protecting it from harm. To this day, the clock tower stands as a silent sentinel, its ancient face bearing witness to the passage of time. And on quiet nights, when the moon hangs low in the sky, locals still whisper about the ghost of Evelyn, the woman in the clock tower, who continues to be an enigmatic figure in the town’s rich tapestry of legends and lore.

Images by Gill Brooks https://www.gillsplace.com