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Growing Season

By Hannah Mark, Illustrated by Savannah Ugo

Published May 23, 2016

Ria Fish

By Saira Licht, Illustrated by Aleydis Barnes

Published April 23, 2016

The sunbeams softly settled on my stretched-out body. These days in Georgia were the best, and with it being the first week of vacation and all, everything was just about perfect. My life was a...

A Swing??

by Gracie Shapiro

Published April 23, 2016

“Creak!” The old house’s door swings open as I push it. The air smells of freshly cut grass, and, sure enough, the growl of a lawn mower can be heard, coming from the house next...

The Foal

by Brooke Hemingway

Published April 23, 2016

Hidden in the early morning Virginia gloom, I crept into the stable a few minutes before dawn, opening the door quickly to stop the sound of creaking hinges. My riding boots made a crunching sound...

The Blue Jays’ Song

by Ermeen Choudhury

Published April 23, 2016

The Biggest Win

by Caelen McQuilkin

Published April 22, 2016

Pass. Kick. Goal. Those are pretty much the words I live by. It would also be accurate to say that every day after school I put on shin guards and pull tight the waxy, black...

Home

by Amelia DiGiano

Published February 23, 2016

Drifting

By Emma Peterson, age 11, Illustrated by Joanne Cai, age 13

Published February 23, 2016

[dropcap]A[/dropcap]nxiously I waited with fingers intertwined in my thick, curly hair and my foot tapping out a rhythm on my icy driveway. Puffs of air escaped from my cracked lips. I felt as if someone...

Growing Season

Story Published May 23, 2016 By Hannah Mark, Illustrated by Savannah Ugo

“Ryan, honey, guess what?” Mom bounced into the room, a cheerful smile on her face. “Grandpa just called. He is delighted to have some extra help on the farm this summer!” Oh no! Ryan thought, dragging his eyes away from his tablet. He pulled off his headphones. “But, Mom! We’re going to Disneyland this year!” Mom’s brow wrinkled.

Ria Fish

Story Published April 23, 2016 By Saira Licht, Illustrated by Aleydis Barnes

The sunbeams softly settled on my stretched-out body. These days in Georgia were the best, and with it being the first week of vacation and all, everything was just about perfect. My life was a heaven. With a cool drink in hand, I felt like anything was possible. I had no idea how true that was. “Maria! Come! Uncle Jacob wants to take you for a ride on the boat!

A Swing??

Story Published April 23, 2016 by Gracie Shapiro

“Creak!” The old house’s door swings open as I push it. The air smells of freshly cut grass, and, sure enough, the growl of a lawn mower can be heard, coming from the house next door. I leap out the door, over the steps, and land with my pink, flip-flopped feet in the sandy gravel. The sun is smiling down from up in the clear blue sky.

The Foal

Story Published April 23, 2016 by Brooke Hemingway

Hidden in the early morning Virginia gloom, I crept into the stable a few minutes before dawn, opening the door quickly to stop the sound of creaking hinges. My riding boots made a crunching sound with all of the hay underfoot, and I slowly walked past the five horses in the stable.

The Blue Jays’ Song

Story Published April 23, 2016 by Ermeen Choudhury

Ciela frowned. She tossed the last of her shirts into the faded lavender suitcase, then collapsed on the dusty floor, sighing. She gazed around the room for the last time. It had been stripped bare of every single object Ciela possessed and now seemed strange and unfamiliar, as though it belonged in a different house. She could still picture it exactly the way it used to be.

The Biggest Win

Story Published April 22, 2016 by Caelen McQuilkin

Pass. Kick. Goal. Those are pretty much the words I live by. It would also be accurate to say that every day after school I put on shin guards and pull tight the waxy, black laces on my shiny coal-colored cleats. I play through weather, bad days, homework overloads, injuries, and anything else you may encounter in daily life.

Z

Story Published April 22, 2016 by Ayla Schultz

The sun gently warmed the earth. The squirrels were hopeful waking up. Peeking out, softly, just enough to see snow, always snow. The cold cracked their dry noses harder than a bad nut. Slowly, reluctantly, shades went up in houses. Pulled up by invisible hands. People, chained to their beds by the relentless cold. Ice-lined windows stared out defiantly, still believing that spring would come.

Friends

Story Published April 22, 2016 by Jem Burch

Our new house is small and nondescript. It has two bedrooms and one bathroom, and a tiny backyard with sparse grass. Along the perimeter is an ugly, pink cinder-block wall lined with thorny, bristling rose bushes. Inside there is the table and the rug on the floor and three chairs. There is a small couch and a bamboo plant in a large round glass jar.

Home

Story Published February 23, 2016 by Amelia DiGiano

Taja closed her eyes and took in the nauseating smell of smokers and mothballs. She knew this smell. All buses smelled like this, and normally, it didn’t bother Taja. But today, it reminded her of her parents. Her parents who took her on bus rides every Saturday to go to the Indian market she loved.

Drifting

Story Published February 23, 2016 By Emma Peterson, age 11, Illustrated by Joanne Cai, age 13

Anxiously I waited with fingers intertwined in my thick, curly hair and my foot tapping out a rhythm on my icy driveway. Puffs of air escaped from my cracked lips. I felt as if someone were slamming my heart against my chest. My eyes swept across the neighborhood. A quick glance behind my shoulder told me that Eliza was in the kitchen watching television.

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