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
- Short Review - David Walliams is at it again and after three volumes of The World's Worst Children he turns his pen and mind to The World's Worst Teachers. I have to say that I did very much enjoy these stories, with many reminding me of some of my worst teachers - this volume… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: The World’s Worst Teachers by David Walliams
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
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.
