By Devin McKissic, Illustrated by Ksenia Vlasov
Published November 27, 2016
I started out the window, looking onto the surging crowds with sadness and fear. I had always known the revolution might happen—as if my brother, Anton, would ever let us forget. He was always out...
By Katie Russell, Illustrated by Joanna Stanley
Published November 26, 2016
It was a beautiful afternoon in August; it was slightly breezy and there wasn't a cloud in the baby-blue sky. School started in two weeks and the kids in my neighborhood were going all out,...
By Sophia Stid, Illustrated by Sheri Park
Published November 26, 2016
The Crow woke me up. He is perched at the top of the old redwood, his raucous cries circling and drifting, jerking me from my dreams. Half of me wants to shake him for waking...
By Anastasia M. Apostoleris, Illustrated by Devon Cole
Published November 26, 2016
"You're lucky, Spencer. I wish I had a baby brother." Ten-year-old Spencer Coleman smiled pridefully at his best friend, José Perez, and then down at his month-and-a-half-old brother, Johnny. "I'm glad that he's a boy,"Spencer...
By Veronica Engler, Illustrated by Mary Rachel Thompson
Published November 26, 2016
Sandra looks out into the crowd. Her face is firm, her lips set in a straight line. This is it—the moment she's been waiting for for nearly ten years. She pulls her hat brim down...
By Emma Kilgore Hine, Illustrated by Chloe Scheffe
Published November 26, 2016
Kythia awoke to the sound of trumpets announcing her father's departure. She grunted and sat up abruptly, stretching stiff muscles. She had wished to speak with her father, Sir Farlan, before he and his knights...
By Hannah Postel, Illustrated by Leigh Marie Marshall
Published November 26, 2016
I stare at the flickering candle, the small light throwing echoes onto the flimsy curtain wavering with our movements. That cloth is all that separates us from the audience; they're out there, waiting, waiting for...
By Caitlin Peterson, Illustrated by Lydia Trottmann
Published November 26, 2016
I remember the first time we played Periwinkle. I was ten and my sister Lou was eleven. We were just under a year apart, eleven months exactly. It was her birthday and her party had...
By Molly Ostertag, Illustrated by Evan Mistur
Published November 26, 2016
The barn was dark, but a warm and welcoming darkness. The hay piled up for the horses smelled sweet and soft. The barn door was slightly ajar, just enough for a small bedraggled traveler. The...
By Preston Craig, Illustrated by Elizabeth Wright
Published November 26, 2016
Jessica Morgan was ten years old and was already sure she was no good at anything. Her parents were eminent historians who studied the Civil War. They each had written numerous books and articles on...
