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Racing Coconuts

by Rachel Barglow, Illustrated by Ester Luna

Published July 31, 2015

"Truth or Dare?” my best friend Jackson challenges me. I glance around at my circle of friends like they might have an answer. “Dare,” I say confidently. My friends and I always get together Saturday...

The Bean Plant

by Isabel Stronski, Illustrated by Sophia Kotschoubey

Published July 31, 2015

When my dad said we needed a fresh start after my mom died I didn’t realize he meant literally. Fresh tomatoes dotted the field with clouds of basil and parsley. Stalks of corn towered over...

Different City, Same Stars

by Abby K. Svetlik, Illustrated by Audrey Zhang

Published July 29, 2015

I jolt awake when I hear the stewardess’s too perky voice come over the plane’s intercom system. “We will be landing in New York in just about fifteen minutes. I hope you all have enjoyed...

Grandpa and the Chicken Coop

by Jack Zimmerman

Published July 29, 2015

By Jack Zimmerman Illustrated by Thomas Buchanan My grandpa has always loved to build and is a very handy man. He retired from his job as an electrician a few years ago. He has really...

The Path to Acceptance

by Logan Gusmano, Illustrated by Tina Splann

Published July 29, 2015

I could see the silvery clouds roll in. I was headed out of our summer rental in the town of Saignon, France, to buy a baguette. As I walked down the narrow lane I saw...

Illuminated

by Siena DeBenedittis, 13

Published March 1, 2014

Mouse

by Nadezh Mulholland

Published February 15, 2006

[dropcap text_color="" background_color=""]R[/dropcap]oey looked sulkily into her bedroom mirror. She turned around, scrutinizing her nose from every angle, but whichever direction she faced her nose, slightly resembling a ski slope, looked the same to her....

The Chicken Coop

By Sophie Eisenberg-Edidin, Illustrated by Claire Neviaser

Published July 26, 2004

It was a hot day when he came home. Our farm was sweating under the Mississippi sun, even though it was only May, and I was out feeding the chickens. It's my job, being ten...

A Friend

by Anonymous, Illustrated by Morgan Ashworth

Published July 8, 2003

Silver Blue

by Anonymous, Illustrated by Lainey Guddat

Published January 12, 2003

Tick. Tick. Tick. I lay on my bed on Saturday morning, flat on my back with my watch pressed to my ear. I listened to the patient, steady ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. The house was...

Racing Coconuts

Story Published July 31, 2015 by Rachel Barglow, Illustrated by Ester Luna

The Bean Plant

Story Published July 31, 2015 by Isabel Stronski, Illustrated by Sophia Kotschoubey

When my dad said we needed a fresh start after my mom died I didn’t realize he meant literally. Fresh tomatoes dotted the field with clouds of basil and parsley. Stalks of corn towered over the pumpkin patch and the smell of fertilizer burned my nose. The sun crept over the rolling hills as dawn slunk over the morning sky. My dad called me down for breakfast.

Different City, Same Stars

Story Published July 29, 2015 by Abby K. Svetlik, Illustrated by Audrey Zhang

I jolt awake when I hear the stewardess’s too perky voice come over the plane’s intercom system. “We will be landing in New York in just about fifteen minutes. I hope you all have enjoyed your flight thus far…” I zone out when she starts to ramble on about the weather conditions and time in New York. My dad realizes I’m awake and turns to me. “Welcome home,” he says.

Grandpa and the Chicken Coop

Story Published July 29, 2015 by Jack Zimmerman

By Jack Zimmerman Illustrated by Thomas Buchanan My grandpa has always loved to build and is a very handy man. He retired from his job as an electrician a few years ago. He has really big muscles and really big hands, so he can always lift something heavy. However, he still loves to build and continues to do it, but now only with those he loves.

The Path to Acceptance

Story Published July 29, 2015 by Logan Gusmano, Illustrated by Tina Splann

I could see the silvery clouds roll in. I was headed out of our summer rental in the town of Saignon, France, to buy a baguette. As I walked down the narrow lane I saw the leaves blowing briskly and those marvelous clouds were moving faster all of a sudden. I knew that a storm was on its way. As I ran across the cracked brick stones I could hear the wind start to howl.

Illuminated

Story Published March 1, 2014 by Siena DeBenedittis, 13

By Siena DeBenedittis, 13 Illustrated by Montanna Harling, 13 Eleven-thirty, says my watch. I slide out of bed and begin to get dressed. Pajamas on, bathing suit on. I creep out of my room and peek into my parents’, my sister’s, and my brother’s rooms. They are all fast asleep. Putting on a thin sweater, I slip out the door. Eleven-thirty-five, says the clock on the stove.

Mouse

Story Published February 15, 2006 by Nadezh Mulholland

Roey looked sulkily into her bedroom mirror. She turned around, scrutinizing her nose from every angle, but whichever direction she faced her nose, slightly resembling a ski slope, looked the same to her. It wasn't that Roey actively disliked the way she looked; just her nose. When you got down to it, she was actually quite pretty, and she knew it.

The Chicken Coop

Story Published July 26, 2004 By Sophie Eisenberg-Edidin, Illustrated by Claire Neviaser

It was a hot day when he came home. Our farm was sweating under the Mississippi sun, even though it was only May, and I was out feeding the chickens. It's my job, being ten and the youngest of three. The war was over, I'd heard. All the newspapers were proclaiming that the Nazis were defeated. Of course, I was happy, but after a while the effect wore off. Mama was cleaning the house and singing.

A Friend

Story Published July 8, 2003 by Anonymous, Illustrated by Morgan Ashworth

"Remember when we were eating yellow popsicles in the park and there was a wind and the yellow melted popsicle blew on us?" "Yes," I responded, "your mum asked where we'd gotten mustard stains." We both broke down laughing, until I managed to gasp, "Remember when I took the shortcut behind the school and rode through the mud and my pants got all dotted with mud flecks?

Silver Blue

Story Published January 12, 2003 by Anonymous, Illustrated by Lainey Guddat

Tick. Tick. Tick. I lay on my bed on Saturday morning, flat on my back with my watch pressed to my ear. I listened to the patient, steady ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. The house was empty except for my dad and me, and he was down in the basement, working in his studio. Mom was out on one of her short trips from the house, grocery shopping.

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