The Worst Children in the World Chimaobim Ajukwa In 1999, Mr and Mrs Parrot are going to the hospital because Mrs Parrot is pregnant. Mrs
Black Tom Liliwen Joy Crafts-Rahn The clock strikes midnight. Carefully you pad down the driveway; You stop. Your haunches go down before you leap. As
The Olive Tree Amelie Edmondson Olive was my name. Now I have no name. My paintings are still on my desk, one half-finished and lightly
Waiting Grace Sudlow 11th November, 1918. 10:55am Feckenham, Worcestershire I lean on the garden gate, looking out across the village green at the large church
Winter Lily Hughes Winter snowflakes fall, Roads glitter like diamonds, Nobody is outside The ice covers the pond Everything is silent Roses are far from
Stars Bethan Ellis I am in the countryside, looking up at the night sky A full moon, glistening and bright Surrounding it, are little specks
Our Great Detective Sharlene Clement Our great detective Eyes as sharp as a pencil, Brain as complicated as space, We can all rely on Our
Why My School is Monster School Bess Titchener I am convinced that everybody in Wellhouse Middle School is actually a monster. Here’s some proof. Today
Where Did Safari Go? Gia Oubhie “Where did she go?” Lila asked, scratching her little, button nose as hard as she could. “I don’t know.
13 Snake Street, Turtle Town Malena Vazquez Bianchini The attic. The darkest of places. So dark, even monsters don’t dare to step foot in there.
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