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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...

The Mother’s Day Gift

by Mathew Thompson

Published May 1, 1994

By Mathew Thompson, age 11, Dallas, Oregon IT WAS MOTHER'S DAY, 1993. My friend Adam had come over to spend the night on Saturday. We watched old movies until about eleven p.m. and then camped out...

Lindy

By Ari Rubin, Illustrated by Kristin Trayer, 11

Published May 1, 1993

I used to cringe each time our doorbell rang. Nine times out of ten the person on the other side of the door was Lindy, the girl from a few houses down the street. "Can...

The Bear

By Lena Boesser-Koschmann, 11. Illustrated by Jathan Brubaker, 13

Published November 1, 1992

Doll Shop Magic

by Joanna Calogero, 13

Published September 1, 1992

Doll Shop Magic By Joanna Calogero, 13 Illustrated by Lee Bee Pierce, 12 The mail I got was usually no more than a few coupon booklets, but today there was a business-like white envelope mixed...

The Ice Cream Man

by Joanna Calogero, 12

Published September 1, 1991

The Ice Cream Man By Joanna Calogero, 12 Illustrated by Hilary Carere, 10 The familiar song of "The Entertainer" is heard coming down the street. But it's not the song that makes you run to...

How I Got Over My Dream

By Diane Duboise, 11. Illustrated by Arthur Manuelito, 12

Published March 1, 1989

The Bear Paw

by Corina Castillo, age 12

Published May 1, 1987

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.

The Mother’s Day Gift

Story Published May 1, 1994 by Mathew Thompson

By Mathew Thompson, age 11, Dallas, Oregon IT WAS MOTHER'S DAY, 1993. My friend Adam had come over to spend the night on Saturday. We watched old movies until about eleven p.m. and then camped out on the living room floor. Sunday morning Adam and I got up early and made pancakes. After breakfast we went outside to play cops and robbers and ride bikes.

The Clay Pot

Story Published May 1, 1994 by Naomi Wendland

By Naomi Wendland, 12, Lusaka, Zambia Illustrated by Lilly Bee Pierce, 13, Fallbrook, California It was a cool, dusky morning in a village by a river bank. A mother and her daughter sat and watched the sky above the horizon change colors–from blue to purple to pink to orange-red. It was a good start to a new day.

Lindy

Story Published May 1, 1993 By Ari Rubin, Illustrated by Kristin Trayer, 11

I used to cringe each time our doorbell rang. Nine times out of ten the person on the other side of the door was Lindy, the girl from a few houses down the street. "Can you play today?" she'd ask. "No, I'm doing homework," I'd say, even if I wasn't. "Can I help your mom with the baby?" she would ask next. Before I could say no, there was my mom inviting her inside again.

The Bear

Story Published November 1, 1992 By Lena Boesser-Koschmann, 11. Illustrated by Jathan Brubaker, 13

By Lena Boesser-Koschmann, age 11 Illustrated by Jathan Brubaker, 13 The morning was cool. It wasn't cold, but not warm enough to go without a jacket. Sandy and I were walking toward the field where Chipper, my seven-year-old pony, was staked. I was swinging the reins, and Sandy was walking beside me. We didn't talk to each other, and it was quiet.

Doll Shop Magic

Story Published September 1, 1992 by Joanna Calogero, 13

Doll Shop Magic By Joanna Calogero, 13 Illustrated by Lee Bee Pierce, 12 The mail I got was usually no more than a few coupon booklets, but today there was a business-like white envelope mixed in. Hmmmm, how odd, I thought. I waited until I was in my small doll shop before looking more closely at the envelope. “Alan J. Murphy,” read the first line of the return address. Alan J.

The Ice Cream Man

Story Published September 1, 1991 by Joanna Calogero, 12

The Ice Cream Man By Joanna Calogero, 12 Illustrated by Hilary Carere, 10 The familiar song of "The Entertainer" is heard coming down the street. But it's not the song that makes you run to find money wherever you can, it's because the song means–the ice cream man!

How I Got Over My Dream

Story Published March 1, 1989 By Diane Duboise, 11. Illustrated by Arthur Manuelito, 12

One warm sunny afternoon in November I was sitting at my desk reading a library book about gorillas. I was looking at the gorillas when Kathleen, my cousin-sister, said, "Diane, why are you looking at that picture?" I said, "I'm just looking at it." Then I said, "That gorilla looks big and scary. I only like orangutans and chimpanzees. They are small and they're not mean.

The Bear Paw

Story Published May 1, 1987 by Corina Castillo, age 12

One wonderful Saturday afternoon I was sitting on the bench daydreaming. It was peaceful and quiet, when suddenly the quietness was broken by a truck coming toward my grandma's house. It was my mom coming. My mom and dad stepped out of the truck. They glanced at me and went in my grandma's house. I followed to see why my mom looked unhappy.

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