Beth wore her favorite pink smock. It had bottomless pockets perfect for carrying important things like handfuls of rubber bands, marbles the color of oceans, a red shoelace, a spoon, and two troops of plastic soldiers- one blue and one green.

For the first time, Becca truly realised that grown-ups couldn’t see magic. Magic that nevertheless was very real, very powerful, and very frightening.

Oowama loved mud. As large as a school bus, though many times longer, the giant worm swam and played along the muddy lakes and streams.

People told tales of long, long ago, when they used to enjoy Halloween, dressing up, knocking on doors showing off their fine costumes, playing something called Trick or Treat and, it used to be fun, but not anymore.

Peter was tired. After 10 years of holding together the paperwork for “Johnson, A.P. – SSN 555-66-33xx,” his tensile strength was fading; he could feel his molecules beginning to degrade.

Becca laughed and smiled at her brother ruefully. She wished she could go, but something in her heart felt heavy.

Hoover had been the runt of his mother’s fourth litter. He was so small and weak at birth his parents worried he would not get enough to eat or would be smushed by the other babies as they slept, but Mama Muridae had faith in her little pup.

It was the fifth day at her new school and ten-year-old Buseje hung her head as she settled down into her desk.

Was this a riddle? Breanna put the peeler down and peered closely at the message. Her Dad loved entertaining her with riddles and rhymes but she wasn’t sure she’d ever received one by text message! Was this about dinner...?

Helen was born wrong. Her daddy wanted a son who'd grow up to take over the family manufacturing business. Helen didn't qualify. Mommy wanted a dainty little girl. Helen wasn't dainty.

She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks. “Now, where’d I put the pork?

Snow fell steadily in the wild woods of Siberia...

Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again...

It being the last Thursday of the month, the greatest witch in Ireland had gone to the hairdressers and would not return for another hour

It’s a dirty job, but Jodie’s father does it well and happily. This story brings Take Your Daughter to Work Day to a different level, but it all ends up down in the dumps.

A children's story set in the Iron Age. A girl, Morg, makes a wish to the goddess ...

One day a tiny water snail appears in Abby's fish tank.

Classic fable. Moral: There is no believing a liar, even when he speaks the truth.

There's a new gadget in town and Liza has to try it. But will the price be too high?

Classic fable. Moral: It is best to prepare for days of need.