Stories
— It was raining- again. Just like it had been the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. It made the inhabitants of Old Town bored...
— Fire engulfs everything. Everything becomes fire. Chaos rains down from the sky. Horses neigh and whinny as they break free from their stables and frantically clop down the Basque streets,...
— I stand in the museum among my classmates, staring up at this small piece of history. The image stands out to me, drawing me from the group. My artist’s eye...
— The two majestic horses plunged through the snow, tossing snowflakes off of the ground. The mare on the left had fur the color of a chestnut and a mane and...
— 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...
— Faded by Jaya Khurana, Age 10 (inspired by William’s Writers’ Workshop, May 1, 2021) The creaking of doors is loud in the silence The whistling wind never comes to a...
— “Why must you go now, oh father?” said the little ones, as the answer still is not found. “I am terribly sorry, but I must help your mother,” says father....
— “Do you ever think about what happens after death?”Auvril’s younger sister wondered aloud. Auvril turned over on her stiff mattress, face toface with a pair of bright blue eyes. “What...
— “Lily, can I have a cookie?” asked Joseph, a kid in her class. “Oh, well, I don’t know, they might have nuts in them or something…” she replied, shakily. “That’s...
— Her heart beat erratically in her chest. A nice evening, with only a slight breeze. The whole day had been foggy so she had decided to walk around as soon...