Little Albert’s scared so I’m holding his hand. The warden’s shouting AIR RAID DAMAGE down the receiver in the phone box. Seems daft to me with all the smoke scribbling up into the sky.
Category: Short Story Middle Grade
SHORT STORY: Coolness Level Unknown by Greg Dobbins
No. Nooo! This is not good. In fact, this is bad. Very bad. This can’t be happening. This is a DISASTER. I can’t breathe. I actually can’t breathe. Oh no. I need to sit down. I can’t believe this is happening to me. There is going to be a school disco. A school disco. A… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Coolness Level Unknown by Greg Dobbins
SHORT STORY: The Graveyard Game by Jerry Purdon
She wanted to get this done and go home. Lisa stepped forward to the nearest grave. The knife felt heavy in her hand. From behind her, she thought something moved.
SHORT STORY: The Kite Man by Alison Woodhouse
“Why haven’t we got a kite?” came a low grumbling from the wispy thin grass. “Everybody else has got a kite.” Tom poked his twin with a stick he’d found. Alice rolled onto her tummy and sighed. “We’re getting one on our birthday, if you’re good.” Their… Continue reading SHORT STORY: The Kite Man by Alison Woodhouse
Short Story: Gill, The Super Fish-Boy by Jenny Pearson
Day one and I’m late for roll call. It’s my mum’s fault as my super-suit is way too small and it is giving me a super-wedgie. I wish she’d never wangled me a place on the Superkids Summer Program but when your mum is Astro-Woman, she gets what she wants. Just ask my dad.
FICTION: Grimcrack’s Fantastic Galactic Mercantile by Paul Stansbury
“Waddya going to disappoint Mom with this year?” Shereen taunted Jackie with a high whiny voice. “Not some smelly perfume like last year, I hope.” “Nah, I bet he’ll get her some more earrings that will turn her ears green like the year before,” chuckled Vernon. “They had to call Hazmat to get rid of… Continue reading FICTION: Grimcrack’s Fantastic Galactic Mercantile by Paul Stansbury
FICTION: Pumpkin Jack by Nigel Quinlan
They picked me to race Pumpkin Jack on Halloween night. It shouldn’t have been me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. They picked my big brother last year. Joe went out and he raced Pumpkin Jack while we sat in our house, huddled together and crying, listening to the screams from the street outside.… Continue reading FICTION: Pumpkin Jack by Nigel Quinlan
