Olivia was a little girl who lived in a large old house in the country, the house had been in Olivia's family for generations but the best part was that it came with its very own forest, lake and beautiful gardens. Olivia's best friend was an amazing chestnut horse who was called Lady, Lady was… Continue reading SHORT FICTION: The Horse and the Unicorn by Sophie Crockett
This week has not been a very good week, mammy said it was because of the full moon, I guess werewolves have this problem which I thought was pretty cool but still, I wish this week had gone better! The first thing that happened was the mashed potatoes at school, were again dished out using… Continue reading SHORT FICTION: A Week in the Life of Ginger Wilde by Sophie Crockett
Ada arrived with a box full of magic, but no-one seemed to care. The staff had positioned her and her stage in a shaded part of the West Lawn, which was bordered by a small forest of tall pine trees that loomed over her as she set up her small stage, unpacking her magical possessions… Continue reading SHORT FICTION: The Fairy Forest at Sunset by Cassie Parkes
Alexa Kroshatt’s mind whirled with escape plans: injury, illness, blackmail. Sweat clung to Alexa’s forehead like a sticky Band-aid. She scrunched herself into a tight ball—like if she made herself smaller, she might be invisible. The soft, lavender comforter that was babyish but Alexa’s only protection from evil was thrown off. “Alexa,” a firm voice… Continue reading SHORT FICTION: The Bomb Squad by Avah Dodson
Raweno was the Maker of Everything. He stopped what he was doing. It had been a long day and he was ready to go to sleep. The last thing he had done was turn Mr Cardinal’s wings as fiery red as a sunset. As he turned to a small, furry critter squatting by his ankles,… Continue reading SHORT FICTION: Why the Owl has Very Big Eyes – an Iroquois folktale retold by Leonore Wilson
I was born in a nest with my brothers and sisters Then my mum just left me to do my thing. Didn’t have any friends; don’t have any friends, I mean what do you expect. I’m just a fly on the wall * I tried out my wings and realised I could fly. I liked… Continue reading FLASH FICTION: Fly On The Wall by Eleanor Drewett
My mum can fit inside a jar. SHEILA SPANGLE THE AMAZING CONTORTIONIST reads the sign on our caravan. Twice a day Mama squeezes inside her jar. Papa’s a magician – Herman the Mighty. And my older brother Anthony flies on the trapeze night after night in the Big Top. I’m Cassie, nine years… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Circus Girl by Dianne Bates
