Elephants Never Forget
Gram can’t seem to fit in with the other students at school Gram was an elephant, and he was trying to enjoy himself. He crouched down in the sandbox and grabbed a swath of sand...
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Original fiction by young writers ages 8-13
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Gram can’t seem to fit in with the other students at school
Gram was an elephant, and he was trying to enjoy himself. He crouched down in the sandbox and grabbed a swath of sand with his trunk, slowly letting it fall back to the box, a trickle of calm. He liked to imagine each grain as a worry discarded, a regret forgotten. But elephants never forget.
A retired police officer stumbles onto a mystery at the Louvre
“Welcome to France, Mr. Black,” said the customs officer in monotone. I hate flying but was glad to be in France. I was excited to see all the architecture and history. I wanted to see the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Seine. But first, I wanted to visit the Mona Lisa.
Athena makes the other gods jealous with her ingenious new invention
Athena was bored of the other gods. All they cared about was gossip and entertainment; none of them wanted to sit and listen to her talk wisely or play Trivial Pursuit Architecture Edition. All the nymphs and spirits were all so boring, ghosting around the woods to play lighthearted games of tag.
The narrator has a close call on the thin ice of a forest stream
I rubbed my mittens together to bring some warmth to my cold hands. The temperature had dropped below what the thermometer could read. But I still loved the winter wonderland of the forest; no blizzard could deter me from the great and gorgeous nature that surrounded my warm, wooden home.
Rico the chicken dreams of being champion of a sport dominated by bigger birds
Chanting echoed through the dark tunnel. “Rico! Rico! R-I-C-O!” It got louder and louder as I neared the end of the tunnel, and the light got brighter and brighter. I tightened my beak strap and bounced up and down a few times. This was it, the greatest moment of my life.
After the death of her husband, Olive discovers the healing power of creativity.
Olive didn’t know how long she’d sat on her bed staring at the stars. They were so bright that night, shining like thousands of little suns in the sky. It brightened up the window next to her bed, its paper-white curtain fully open.
Olive sighed, a sound like a balloon deflating. She felt like that.
After the terrors of Kristallnacht, Imogen’s Jewish family must flee German-occupied Vienna.
That morning, the Bernsteins had risen early, creating quite a commotion as they set about preparing breakfast and making sure nothing was going to be left behind.
A girl learns strategies for life by playing a traditional Korean game with her grandfather.
In traditional Korea, there is a game that requires both sharp wit and quick, nimble fingers. Called alkkagi and translated literally as “shooting eggs,” it is a game that is generally played by the older generation and enjoyed by the elderly, along with a glass of beer to wash the euphoria down.
Inna seeks comfort in the midst of war in Ukraine.
I woke at 6 a.m., a very chilly time to be awake. I hate waking at this hour, but most of the time I can’t help it. It is so chilly that it is uncomfortable to stay asleep, but I would rather hide under the covers and my pillow than have to suffer through sirens and shouting.
I was awake now, though, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
As the seasons change, the animals must face extreme weather conditions.
There was once a spring so windy the fields were empty, the people were lifted off their feet, and the sky was dotted with flying leaves.
“My god,” Mole exclaimed as he hopped frantically back into his hole. He wiped at his frizzled fur. “I almost got blown away!”
“What’s wrong, Mole?