Stories
— Rose was running. Although she didn’t know what shewas running from and where she was going, she just couldn’t stop running. Her heart poundedlike it was going to burst out...
— My Shame (William’s class) By Peri Gordon, 11 Whistle, whistle. They inhabit me like I am some sort of haunted medieval fortress. Whoosh. One of them darts through one of...
— The Grammatically-Correct Librarian (William’s class; taught this week by Anya and Madeline) By Peri Gordon, 11 Oliver stammered, “I’m, uh, not sure, uh, ma’am, would you like me to assist...
— A girl falls through her apartment floor into another realm where she teams up with a refugee shelter volunteer to steal a car and journey to the mysterious island of...
— Katrina's life changes when she befriends Mr. McCumber, a lonely old man, and later finds herself in an orphanage where she forms a chosen family with other orphaned girls.
— “Boo!” Arthur yelled, which ended up scaring him more than it scared Aleya. “Ooh,” Aleya said in a bored tone, rolling her eyes. “That was soooooo scary.” Arthur frowned. “But...
— Rose was running. Although she didn’t know what shewas running from and where she was going, she just couldn’t stop running. Her heart poundedlike it was going to burst out...
— Changing or breaking the rules In my town, there seems to be freedom, but if you are like me, you see none. And if you are like me, not all...
— Picture Day (William’s class; taught this week by Madeline and Liam) By Peri Gordon, 11 “I don’t think you understand,” sighed the principal. “If a child misses Picture Day, there...
— Iwalkedaroundthestrangeworld.Thepeopleofitallhaddifferentreactionstomyexistence. Somenoticedme,somejustcontinuedon.Thepeopleherewereblurredandfoggy.Theywere grayingandanycolortheybarelyhadwasmuted.Asiftheywereonthevergeofdisappearing. Ikeepongoing.UntilIfindsomeonedifferent.Theircolorsarebright.Whentheynoticedme theircolorschanged.Theirskinwentbrightyellow,theirhairwasnowastartlingpurpleandtheir eyeswerepink.SuddenlytheypivotedandranthroughashortcutwhichIwouldswearonmy lifehadn’tbeentherebefore.Istartedtojog,andthenruntowardstheshortcut.Iwasafoot awaywhentheshortcutclosedup,turningintoasolidwall.IgroanedindefeatuntilInoticean alleyway.Ifollowit,andsuddenlyI'mchasingthestrangepersonagain.Theterrainseemstobe evolvingtohelptherunnerbycreatingpathsandrampsforthem,butonlyhurdles&hillsfor me. I run and run until I fall down panting as the runner disappears. I wake up in a cold...