By Chappell Sargent, Illustrated by Lainey Guddat
Published February 5, 2017
The air was cool, and leaves had departed from their shaky branches. Early October had come. Ansadore, the old chestnut mare, was rolling in the browning grass. She snorted, rolled over, and stood up. Not...
By Allison Stadd, Illustrated by Natalie Chin
Published February 5, 2017
"Once upon a time—no, no, that's not right . . ." Laura chewed on her thumbnail and pouted. "Gosh, I just can't seem to get this right!" Finally, she threw down her pencil, crumpled up...
By Liza Brown, Illustrated by Valerie Thompson
Published February 5, 2017
Sally walked slowly across the long stretch of brown sand, tripping over small pebbles blocking her path. She scurried down to the rocks, dirtyblond hair flying as she went. Casually, she brushed back her hair...
By Laura Aberle, Illustrated by Jane Westrick
Published February 5, 2017
When Mr. Vankos painted a giant portrait of himself on the side of his house, I heard many mentions of him being totally out of his mind. Everyone in my neighborhood had a house of...
By Julia Echternach, Illustrated by Max Strebel
Published February 5, 2017
I've always loved to explore. Sometimes I'll just put on my roller blades and go, turning onto the paths I know so well and trying to turn around corners I haven't turned around before. Usually...
By Laurel Lathrop, Illustrated by Chavaya Beebee-Galvão
Published February 5, 2017
Murmurs and whispers buzzed through the darkened hall. No one had any idea why the elders had called a meet, but that did not hinder them from thinking up reasons. Some believed that it was...
By Daniel Lyons, Illustrated by Miranda Lynne Morris
Published February 5, 2017
As I recall, it was early in the morning, around seven or eight, when I first arrived at summer camp. The beautiful summer breeze whisked through my nose, giving me a vague sense of freedom....
By Leah Karker, Illustrated by Ayla Reynolds
Published February 5, 2017
The farm looked old and dull, but in my thoughts everything, even the quiet farm, was eerie. I had the dream again; the same dream I had every full moon, the only dream I ever...
By Kristen Martin, Illustrated by Hannah LeVasseur
Published February 4, 2017
It has been three years since she, my one and only best friend, left, and I am dying to see her. She had lived down the street and I had known her forever. I have...
By Cooper Oznowicz, Illustrated by Devon Hoffman
Published February 4, 2017
As I stepped out of Byron's family Suburban, I could feel the powerful presence of Yankee Stadium. Coming from a small town, just being in the city was exciting. Today was Byron's birthday and he...
