The stories and poems in this section may be most appropriate for middle-grade readers, but have something that can be enjoyed by everyone.
They reached the top of the slope leading up to the cavern’s mouth. The shadows clustered at the throat of the cave, and they gathered and darkened in the gullet. There were no eyes gleaming in the depths of the cave, no glints of light reflecting...
When our great-grandchildren
learn to live on Mars
will they come for a visit
across the sea of stars?
Jay looks over at me now, twirling the stem of the leaf between her fingers. “I wanted to be an artist. Like a painter with an easel and a French beret, that’s how I pictured it. But now I want to make comic books. I want to make stories about kids...
As she stood there in the kitchen doorway, staring into the yard at Uncle Ralph’s truck, Wendy felt devastated. She did not want to lose her piano. Just as with her mother’s leaving, she felt there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.
Maia got her mom a new body for Christmas that year. Her mother's old body was just that: old. She was eroding, melting like a snowwoman in March.
When Mom came home, she handed me a piece of paper. It had a picture of a small dog with the word LOST on the top. “A customer at the store told me she lost her dog, and she’s offering one thousand dollars to anyone who finds him,” Mom said. “We...
“Hey Everybirdy, Everybirdy look at me!”
said the biggest, loudest birdy in the Evergreen Tree.
“I’ve got a lot to say, a lot of worms to eat,
and I’ll tell you more about it in my very next tweet”.
Whatever you do, never teach the pets Kung Fu.
Empty, a shell washes onto the shore.
One creature glimpses it, then a few more.
Rose had a way of getting things wrong, and that’s why nobody ever asked her to do anything. She didn’t mean to. Things always just seemed to work out wrong for her. When she was asked to make tea, she nearly flooded the kitchen. When she was sent...