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.

By Annabella Rose, age 7, Missouri

I felt the walls shake. I was trying to breathe when the continent was sinking. I could hear my mom screaming, “Sapphire, run as fast as you can, so the water cannot gobble you up!”

By Sophia Nicole Lande, age 10, New York

The pouring rain pounded against the window as the ladder creaked on its hinges. BOOM! The thunder exploded nearby, knocking Nicole off her feet.

By Angela Wu, age 15, Maryland

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small un-regarded yellow sun.

By David Asch, age 13, Spain

It all started when my friend, a poet called Laurence Fenton, was challenged by a bloke in a bar. He was apparently a poet, too, but he didn’t look it.

By Irving Fernandez

In the beautiful city of San Francisco, it was spring, the flowers were blooming, the sun was shining, and birds were singing their beautiful song.