Night Time
A day in the forest transforms into a vision of the world of happiness I sit on the cold, barren log. I feel lonely and separate; the air feels like cold water dripping down my...
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Original fiction by young writers ages 8-13
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A day in the forest transforms into a vision of the world of happiness
I sit on the cold, barren log. I feel lonely and separate; the air feels like cold water dripping down my throat. I sit there as quiet as a hawk flying through the sky. Rain starts to pour down on my face. The rain clouds my face, putting protective armor around me. I’m as lonely as a star sitting alone in the big skies.
A fantastical encounter with light
I loved light. Even the sun wasn’t bright enough. When I was chasing a firefly into the woods, I found a tree hollow. Light seemed to be coming out of the tree hollow. It said, “I can take you wherever you want.”
I said, “Outer space!”
I was in outer space! I saw shining gold. I collected as much gold as I could. It was like a gold rush.
A young boy spends his days sitting in an alley, writing
Long ago, far across the open sea, lived a little writer boy. Young Little Writer Boy would march through town, his red notebook at his side and his head held high. A vivid blue pen sat strung tight to the notebook’s side. His ruffled overcoat swishing behind him in the wind, his grey tam pulled low over his head.
Ali reflects on jail and detention, and the seemingly never-ending cycles of crime and punishment
The fervid morning sun was already piercing the plundered earth of Los Angeles as I walked unhurriedly under the lush green trees of our neighborhood park filled with clear, fresh air. I never hurried toward my dull school—the cause of much languishing and ennui.
A mysterious fox takes the narrator on a midnight adventure
My school ended at 10:35 today. We had to wear masks, and it was uncomfortable. It was different from other school years, and I didn’t like it. Especially in gym because we were hot and sweaty, and having a mask on didn’t make things better.
May, a spotless leopard, breaks her promise to an old friend—and must own up to her actions
May sniffed. She relaxed when she smelled the gentle spring air. The strong breeze swept quickly through her beautiful golden fur. It was clean. No spots. That was what made her different, unique. The other leopards were all jealous of her fur. May stood up and looked around.
Julia resolves to find a missing cat and reunite him with his bereft owner
“Julia, would you be a dear and read the San Diego Times to me?” My grandma speaks with a scratchy voice as she slowly lies down on her crooked bed. Silver threads of moonlight shine through the window and blend with her bedside table lamp.
“Sure!” I unsurely reply.
An unexpected change in perspective prompts a new understanding of the natural world
It feels like everything is more difficult here. I spent an hour picking blackberries for jam and then took a spoonful of it when we made it. I almost ate the entire jar. The fresh air is great, and the grass seems greener here. But it also seems like this place doesn’t exist back home.
After a couple of years as a serious gymnast, Adelaide’s passion for the sport fades
There was once a gymnastics gym called Tumble Town Gymnastics. This gym was the opposite of famous, and everyone who worked there or went there knew it. Except one person. Adelaide Collins. She wasn’t the best gymnast at the gym, but she wasn’t the worst. But she didn’t care because she didn’t know.
After her beloved owner dies, Mayhem invents a game to find a new, equally caring, friend
Inspired by T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Naming of Cats”
It was a dark time for animals. Wise elephants were dying. Raptors and other birds had lost their homes. Polar bears were still swimming for their lives. Baby penguins, because they cannot swim, were drowning.