On a summer evening in August, Laura sat cross-legged on the concrete floor of the teepee-shaped rec center. The air was heavy and warm inside.

Mrs. McDoogle had a bugle, But she couldn’t play a note.

One stormy night, as I tried to sleep, The scary monsters began to creep.

In a forgotten corner of the city, at the end of a nondescript back alley, was a small health food shop. It had been there more than forty years and was once popular.

Fluttering into the air, she stretched stiffly and looked over the suburban garden. Her breath steamed in the air. “One more day,” she said brightly.

A children's story about a boy who turns into a leaf.

“This is the one with the four suspects – all students of the watercolour artist who was found dead on the floor after teaching an art class.

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...

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

Abby's mother tells her to tidy her room.

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.

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.

Nobody knew for sure how the slumbering dragon got there, but one thing everybody agreed on was that one day it would wake.

Every week, Polly and her mother go to the park. In the park, Polly enjoys the wonderful sunshine, wonderful breezes, wonderful colors and most importantly, the big wonderful silver slide.