By Lizzie Feeney, age 13

Papa never truly revealed where our wealth came from. We were clothed in grandiose cloaks in the winter time, when snow blanketed the crops, and beautiful pieces of cloth and satin garments wrapped around our necks when the trees began to bloom.

By Maria Ocampo

It was Friday about 3:15. I had just gotten back from school; I sat down on a table to do my homework.

By Sydney Griffith, age 13, Georgia

My ticket can take me anywhere—in CherryTown, New Jersey, that is. Today I have no mission or end destination.

By Shailey Bellamkonda

(Radio on.)
“Amy! Switch off that radio, and finish your homework!” said Amy’s mother, Hannah.
(No answer.)

By Atara Bayla Feldman, age 8, New York

Once there was a princess.
She lived in a huge castle with all kinds of servants and all kinds of pretty toys.

By Byron Wu, age 12, Maryland

It was an average day in an average town. As the sun lazily arose from over the distant hills, small bells on wind chimes rung softly while the door to an equally average store was being unlocked.