by Coreah Rollins
Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid. She was called Shine. She had long hair, but everybody laughed at her because their hair was short, and everybody they knew, their hair was short, too. So they thought it was funny to have long hair.
by Addison Phelps
Inner city Detroit is not the greatest place to live, especially when you are very curious. 12-year-old Peter Johnson has always wondered what was in his parents’ basement and why they lived in Detroit. Crime was no stranger to the city.
by Claire Robertson
There’s a little girl holding onto her mother’s hand as their skin is tinted by the shadows of the leafy summer tree above their heads. Two lovers have their hands entwined similarly as water dances in the creek beneath the small stone bridge. The stones fit together like puzzle pieces, like hands entwined with each other.
by Becky Randolph
My alarm clock beeps to life, which scares me out of my dream. I blink my eyes open and turn over — onto the tile floor. “Ow!” I cry, rubbing my sore head. I walk out of my room and into the kitchen to fix some breakfast. Of course, I should have had to go down a set of stairs, but my family owns a humble cafe on our lower level.
by Lena Khols
A single beam of sunlight snuck its way through Brooke’s thick curtains, and she groaned. The light was here. Morning was inevitable and sooner or later she was going to have to face it. Of course, Brooke didn’t want to, so she handled the change the way that anyone else would: she ignored it. Suddenly her stepmother’s voice traveled into Brooke’s room: “Brooke, are you awake?”
by Landon Phelps
Once upon a time there was a boy named Christopher. He had blond hair but he had a problem. There was a huge vampire and he was very mean to everyone in the world. He tried to kill everyone who got in his way. He tried to kill Christopher. Christopher ran away from the vampire and but the vampire followed him.