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Manon Daniels

Manon Daniels, Author and illustrator of Lucy's Dreams
Born in Pretoria in South Africa, I currently live in Ireland. I was a primary school teacher for over 15 years. My role as a teacher allowed me to utilize my love of creative activities such as art, embroidery and crafts of all description and I loved being able to work with children in developing both their talents and their characters by encouraging their use of imagination.


Congratulations to Manon for being in the 2012 Preditors and Editors top ten
Children's Books Category for Lucy's Dreams, top ten
Artwork and Book Cover Art categories, also for Lucy's Dreams and
2013 Finalist in Artwork Category for Sirion and Memoirs of a Jobseeker.
2012 P&E Readers Poll Top Ten Winner 2012 P&E Readers Poll Top Ten Winner 2012 P&E Readers Poll Top Ten Winner Artwork 2013

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Lucy's Dreams by Manon Daniels

Lucy lives at Sutton Manor House with her parents, brothers, sisters and family pets. Lucy is a dreamer and in her dreams she visits the most extraordinary places and meets the most fantastic creatures and people. Her family, whom she regales with her funny stories, revel in the knowledge that Lucy lights up their days and nights with her incredible dream adventures.

Word Count: 7776
Buy at: Smashwords (all formats) ~ Barnes and Noble ~ Amazon
Price: $3.99

Lucy's Dreams 


I am Lucy and I am 8 years old. I live in a big, rambling, old house with my mom, dad, three brothers, two sisters, two dogs; Charlie the terrier and Arnolf the German Shepherd, and a big, lazy cat named Mr. Pebble. Our home is called Sutton Manor House. It belonged to my dad’s family for years and years, so it’s full of history. We have loads of fun playing in the house with its many passages, and in the big forest around the garden.

Daddy is an engineer and does carpentry for a hobby. He has his own toy factory and all the toys are made from wood. Daddy makes the most beautiful toys and everyone wants to buy them. Mommy is our mommy. She is always with us. She makes us girls beautiful dresses and lovely cakes for our birthdays. Daddy says Mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world. Mommy always smiles and sings soft little tunes, but if we don’t behave she can be quite fierce.

Thomas is the eldest of us children, and he is 16. He’s the smart one. He always gets good reports from school. His teacher says it’s because he works hard. Next comes Lawrence, who is 14. He’s going to be an engineer. He’s always taking things apart and then putting them all together again. He also loves to invent new things. Michael is 11 and very good at sports. He can run faster than any boy in his grade. I am next. Mommy says I’m the world’s biggest dreamer. I love to read books and look at pictures of magical places. Amy is two years younger than me. She loves to hear all about my wonderful dreams. Becky is the smallest. She is only three, but there is a lot of her. She is noisy, messy and such a cross-patch. I think it is because we spoil her.

I day-dream and I night-dream. In the day my dreams are my own. At night when I fall asleep, my wild imaginings take shape in weird and fantastical happenings.

Chapter 1

I rushed home from school and found my mom in the kitchen, preparing our lunch.

“Mommy,” I called out excitedly, “Mrs. Cherry is doing uniform inspection at school tomorrow. She says that we must be clean and smart, and she doesn’t want to see a spot of dirt, and my hair must be tidy and my nails clean and cut. We’ll get into awful trouble if we’re not spotless!”

Mommy smiled and nodded.

“Go and change and put your uniform into the machine,” she said. “We’ll get it all ready for tomorrow.”

I sped up the stairs to the bedroom I share with Amy, pulled off the soiled uniform and changed into a play dress, and then I ran down again, jumping down two steps at a time, rushed into the laundry and pushed the washing into the machine.

“Mommy, may I switch it on?” I asked, feeling very grown up.

“Yes, but measure the soap carefully the way I showed you before.”

I took a scoop of washing powder from the box and carefully poured it into the soap dispenser. Then I selected the right washing program, as Mommy had shown me, and pushed the start button feeling very pleased with myself for being so clever. I pulled up a bench and sat for a few moments listening to the sound of the water pouring into the machine. I closed my eyes and imagined all the pretty little bubbles forming...
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