The Famous Painting
Lotus is not a famous painter, but she hopes her latest painting will change that The sky was gray, and the sun was blocked by clouds and by fog, layer upon layer. Young Lotus sat...
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Original fiction by young writers ages 8-13
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Lotus is not a famous painter, but she hopes her latest painting will change that
The sky was gray, and the sun was blocked by clouds and by fog, layer upon layer.
Young Lotus sat in her studio. She was a painter, but she was not famous.
Lotus was cleaning the house. There was not much good furniture in her home, and her studio was very shabby. The interior decorations were khaki-colored.
Alora prepares to begin her career in a world where birth and genetic engineering determine your future
Alora sighed and twirled her mocha-colored curls through her fingers. She glanced at the large wall clock in front of her, hanging above the door to the grand office in which she sat. Half past eleven, it read.
Her heart lurched inside her. Had it really been half an hour?
Desperately missing his homeland and sick of moving every few weeks, Orson decides to run away
“Welcome to Brooklyn: Home to Everyone From Everywhere!” read the sign as Orson and his family approached New York City in their beat-up, gray minivan.
Sawterra, who thinks she looks as terrible as her name sounds, wishes to become beautiful
Sawterra had a terrible name. She wished she had been called something beautiful, like Janis or Jasmine. But no. She had to be named Sawterra.
Sawterra, I am sorry to say, looked exactly like her name. She had matted brown hair, muck-green eyes, and a sallow, drooping face.
Alien dreams of leaving his regular life on planet Watercolors to become an explorer
There was once an alien who lived on a planet called Watercolors and wanted to be an explorer. But there was a little problem. The problem was that to be an explorer, you had to explore.
Moving forces Jennie to reconsider what makes a house a home
Jennie knew every corner of the house she grew up in. Every rut down the center of her bedroom ceiling, every groove worn into the bamboo floorboards, every chip of peeling yellow paint behind the living room sofa.
A celebration of dawn’s quiet joy
The ashen sky was dusted with creamy pearls. Street lamps cast their gentle aura across the unlit streets. No sounds could be heard; it was too late for the owls and wolves to be out but too early for a siren to shatter the deathly silence. A cool breeze churned through the crisp night air, changing it into something much softer and warmer.
A collection of enigmatic fables
Mouse Trouble
There were seventeen mice in a small and stiff classroom.
Every few seconds you heard a sneeze, and not one mouse really paid attention.
Instead, they passed notes and whispered.
One day, one mouse handed a crinkled paper to another mouse. The note read: “Yell as loud as you can, and I’ll give you twenty bucks.
Cinka’s birthday wish is granted—in a very peculiar way
“Happy birthday, Cinka!” said Cinka’s teacher, Mrs. Reynolds. “I know it was your birthday yesterday, but it was Saturday, so the class will celebrate today. You’re early as usual, so while I prepare, you can have some free time.”
“Thanks!” replied Cinka.
Inspired by an unexpected discovery, Rosin decides to create her own newspaper
The sun beat down on Rosin Molly Sully. The heat of the farm clouded over the barn like a blanket. Rosin’s Rosin’s uncle, Ronny, had been making hamburgers for the past thirty minutes. As Rosin hungrily got up from her work, she stared down at her red hands, which were covered in her sweat.