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A Walk Down the Ocean

by Abby Lustig

Published January 10, 2016

The Lily Hair Clip

by Katherine E. All

Published January 10, 2016

A scream cut through the cool night air, but no one was around to hear it. A small boy of around five years old huddled against a tree trunk, crying desperately. His short brown hair...

The Most Important Thing

by Grace Manning

Published January 10, 2016

The waves lapped rhythmlessly against the side of the boat as I hoisted the sail and started slowly out into the bay. Dark clouds were forming on the horizon and drops of rain were beginning...

The Power of the Swan

by Alexandra Langley

Published January 9, 2016

Jay pedaled his bike around and around the block. There was nothing else to do. Everyone from school was either not available or was taking a trip. Jay was thinking very hard about one particular...

Missoula of the Mountains

by Lily Strauss

Published January 9, 2016

Not Quite as Easy as Pie

by Miriam Henerson

Published January 9, 2016

My Kitty Mango

by Isabella Widrow

Published January 9, 2016

It was a drizzly, rainy day. There were hardly any people walking on the street. My sister was in her room, singing a pre-school song. My mom huddled in her bed, reading a book. My...

Breeze

by Sarina Rani Deb

Published January 9, 2016

There’s a funny thing about love. Love can twist you and tie you in a knot. Love can make your heart burst and your eyes fill with tears, and love can make you so jubilant...

Lillian

by Alyssa Ingle

Published January 9, 2016

I wake up to the sound of my little brother, Carson, screaming. I plug my ears with my pillow, trying to block out the noise, but it doesn’t help. “No, Daddy, no!” Carson laughs. Laughs....

Camp Conflict

by David Agosto-Ginsburg

Published January 9, 2016

My name is Jake. I have brown hair and green eyes, and I’m eleven years old, but most importantly, I’ve always wanted to go to summer camp. Every year I beg my parents to let...

A Walk Down the Ocean

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Abby Lustig

My feet slapped against the wet sand, and waves lapped at my toes. White umbrellas blossomed like flowers all over the beach, teetering and threatening to fall down in the salty ocean breeze. I crossed over to the dry, sugar-powdered sand, and I could hear my heart pounding as I sprinted through mounds of shells.

The Lily Hair Clip

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Katherine E. All

A scream cut through the cool night air, but no one was around to hear it. A small boy of around five years old huddled against a tree trunk, crying desperately. His short brown hair was plastered against his brow, tears staining his freckled face. “Mommy!” he screamed. “Mommy save me!” He stared fearfully at a dark cave from which a deep rumbling resounded.

The Most Important Thing

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Grace Manning

The waves lapped rhythmlessly against the side of the boat as I hoisted the sail and started slowly out into the bay. Dark clouds were forming on the horizon and drops of rain were beginning to fall. I squinted, trying to see through the increasing downpour, and I realized that I could not tell sky from sea. As thunder started to boom, the waves grew bigger and more dangerous.

The Power of the Swan

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Alexandra Langley

Jay pedaled his bike around and around the block. There was nothing else to do. Everyone from school was either not available or was taking a trip. Jay was thinking very hard about one particular thing. Not a thing, actually, it was a person. He was thinking about his mother. His mother had died only one year ago, when Jay was twelve. Now he was thirteen.

Missoula of the Mountains

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Lily Strauss

It was finally spring in the woods of Montana. The bitter coldness had ended at last, and not only was the temperature warmer, but also the hearts of those who lived there. Bozeman, a chocolate-brown horse, was about to have a baby. Her life as a rodeo horse was over, for she had retired months ago. One day, her beautiful foal arrived. Here’s how the day went… “Mama, Mama, is Bozeman OK?

Not Quite as Easy as Pie

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Miriam Henerson

I heard a loud bang! Followed by a “No, darn it!” I rolled my eyes, knowing Max was in the kitchen again. Clumsy, fumbling, so not-a-chef-and-never-will-be, Max. I peeked around the corner of the door frame, only to see him and his cat, Rufus, covered in flour. Rufus was not happy and bounded away, shaking flour on the floor. Gabby, Mati, and Arian stood nearby.

My Kitty Mango

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Isabella Widrow

It was a drizzly, rainy day. There were hardly any people walking on the street. My sister was in her room, singing a pre-school song. My mom huddled in her bed, reading a book. My cat Baboo was, of course, sleeping. My dad was on the couch, doing something with his iPad. And I was on the dining room chair, feeling bored. I wondered where my other fat cat Mango was. I looked everywhere.

Breeze

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Sarina Rani Deb

There’s a funny thing about love. Love can twist you and tie you in a knot. Love can make your heart burst and your eyes fill with tears, and love can make you so jubilant even when there’s a tornado outside. Love can bring you together and tear you apart. Love did all of these to me when my dog Breeze came along. I loved Breeze. He was my dog and we were inseparable.

Lillian

Story Published January 9, 2016 by Alyssa Ingle

I wake up to the sound of my little brother, Carson, screaming. I plug my ears with my pillow, trying to block out the noise, but it doesn’t help. “No, Daddy, no!” Carson laughs. Laughs. That’s something I’d sure like to do. You see, ever since Carson was born, my parents really haven’t paid attention to me.

Camp Conflict

Story Published January 9, 2016 by David Agosto-Ginsburg

My name is Jake. I have brown hair and green eyes, and I’m eleven years old, but most importantly, I’ve always wanted to go to summer camp. Every year I beg my parents to let me go, but they always insist that it’s too expensive. It was the end of the year and I was about to confront my parents about summer camp, when they walked into my room with huge smiles glued to their faces.

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