By Alex Mifflin, Illustrated by Sarah Dennis
Published February 2, 2017
When I look back now, eighteen months later, at our horrendous car crash, it seems so far away, so surreal. But the harsh reminders are suddenly there. My older brother's scars, jagged lines across his...
By Fiona Cull, Illustrated by the author
Published February 1, 2017
Dust twirled up into the sky as the mother cheetah chased after the young gazelle. Like all cheetahs, she had a flexible spine, enabling her to cover the ground quickly by taking huge strides. Using...
By Francisca Thomas, Illustrated by Max Strebel
Published January 31, 2017
My earliest memory is of being trapped in a box. It was a large cardboard shoebox with a few holes punched into the side for air. Light glowed through the holes, but I couldn't see...
By Vanessa Coakley, Illustrated by Alicia Betancourt
Published January 30, 2017
Andrea pressed her nose against the frosted windowpane to get a better look outside. Not a drop of snow fell from the gray, overcast sky on this gloomy Christmas afternoon. Fidgety with anticipation, she wriggled...
By Ben Guarino, Illustrated by Garrett Landon
Published January 29, 2017
In the summer of 1996, I was lounging in the moss of my grassy backyard. The perimeter of the yard was bordered by a leafy hedge, which led to a huge pine forest. Our pine...
By Naomi Rowsell, Illustrated by J. Palmer
Published January 29, 2017
The Nordic Express is a large freight boat that comes in extremely late every Thursday night, now, but when I was little it used to come in around six-thirty or seven o'clock every Friday night....
By Michelle Doré Sizemore, Illustrated by Zoe Paschkis
Published January 29, 2017
I press my face against the glass, the froth of scarlet fury still bubbling in my throat. The rumbling of the floor beneath me rattles my legs, and I clutch my sports bag protectively to...
By Christine Nichols, Illustrated by Jill Cooley
Published January 26, 2017
It was Wednesday afternoon. I sat waiting anxiously at my desk. It was almost time to leave school. That meant it was almost time to go on the bus. I hated the bus. Big sixth-graders...
By Pace Ellsworth, Illustrated by Ayla Reynolds
Published January 26, 2017
The thick, tall grass sways as the tired wind barely strokes it. Its soft movement quietly brushes against the face of the sleeping antelope. She breathes softly in and out, farther away from the herd...
By Joshua Maclean
Published January 23, 2017
When I think back to when I was little, I always remember my dad trying to keep me and my sisters happy. When I was bored, he'd bring me into the backyard and play catch...
