"Can I get you anything?" Granny Marion asked from the kitchen. "I'm afraid I don't have much here.""I'm alright," I called back to her, tugging at the neck of my varsity jumper. I'd realised on the ... [+]
We became a hyphenated word likehonky-tonk, long-term, six-pack, full-timeWe dropped the dash ... [+]
My name is Zach, and I don't have a treehouse.My new neighbor, Oliver, has an amazing treehouse built just for him. He's so lucky.What I have is a stack of unread library books and a LOUD family!My ... [+]
It wasn't fair. EJ had found him, brought him home, set up a comfy, warm bed of hay in the basement; she'd even named him. But from our first encounter on that cold January night, Mister Peepers only ... [+]
I am rarely in a pubI had never been in Kerrybut that evening I found myselfin a pub in Traleethe ... [+]
Elephants use their ears as fans;they're so much bigger than a man's.They scatter pesky flies with ease,and really stir up quite a breeze.This dog is called a Basset Hound.His tummy almost skims the ... [+]
The children don't understand.The sweets they pine for are not squeezed from the machine with stripes intact. No—they must be painted on, by hand, with so much care. It is almost unimaginable, the ... [+]
She calls it a "do."She had, she says, a bit of a "do."And in that short word,Accompanied with the ... [+]
Jai placed the newspapers he'd rolled and wrapped in plastic into a trailer attached to his bike. He put more papers in a canvas shoulder bag. It was early morning as he set off on his paper run. Most ... [+]
"Three of hearts," the demon says. He's lounging on Joseph's bed, deck of cards in his hands and shirt riding up over his stomach. He glances up, fangs flashing in a bright grin as if he can feel ... [+]
their oceanof avenuesFor I have cometo a conclusion—somebastionof sandfrom which I witnessthe ... [+]
Ice cream at bedtime,Aunt Betty's the best!She knows in the summerit's hard to find restwhen faced with hot sheets,hot pillows, hot bed,no place cool enoughto lay a hot head.Instead, we escape,my aunt ... [+]
One of the children believesthat wasps can be short-sighted.She's frightened of them,so we hung a ... [+]
I wake, creakingthe room is coldthe house is silentthe day waitsI tell myself to get upthe ... [+]
My aunt ran a shelter for ghostsall kinds: shades, spooks, specters seekers seeking hauntable ... [+]
I used to find it hard to lose at chess.I'd watch in disbelief the check and mate,think through the ... [+]
Down by the red brick wallWhere the trains used to runShe waits for me.She's got her cigarettesHe ... [+]
