by Camille Atebe, Illustrated by Jess Olsen
Little Red Riding Hood walked home through the woods wearily, her beautiful red cloak matted and sticky with wolf saliva. She had had a rough day, as anyone familiar with her story well knows. Her empty picnic basket knocked against her knees as she walked, and her fist clenched the bunch of flowers she had picked for her Granny, now withered and limp (not her Granny, the flowers. Although, come to think of it, her Granny was looking a little withered and limp too, after the day she’d had.) Red finally reached her own front door and pushed it open. There in the front entrance stood her mother, arms crossed, mouth pursed with disapproval, eyes blazing. Uh-oh, thought Red.
Of course Red got in trouble. She was horribly late, and hadn’t called. The fact that the Big Bad Wolf had eaten the phone did not absolve her, since it was her fault that the Big Bad Wolf was in Granny’s house in the first place. Red’s mom sent Red’s dad out to make sure Granny was okay (she was) and yelled at Red quite extensively. Continue reading
It was an ordinary Monday evening. Courtney had eaten supper and was on her way to dance class. When she got there, she saw her dance teacher, Tracy. Tracy was a super energetic person and Courtney had been taking her dance classes for two years. It had never been boring, especially not tonight, as you will soon discover!
“Hi, Tracy. How are you today?” asked Courtney.
“I’m a little confused,” replied Tracy. Continue reading
…shoved it in a blender and pressed liquefy. I tossed my homework aside for the time being, and settled myself in front of the television—determined to rid my brain of anything useful it had learned during the day.
It took me several minutes to find the remote. I finally located it shoved between pizza boxes in the bottom corner of our fridge. (We have the most organized family.) Triumphantly, with remote in hand, I made my way to the disgusting dust lump my mother likes to call a sofa. Settling myself in the most comfortable position I could find, I raised the remote to the TV. Continue reading
by Abdulrahman, Age 12
I am not the person some people think I am. I can be thought of as a bad person because I am a Muslim. There are a lot of Muslims around the world. In fact, almost a quarter of earth’s population is Muslim, most living in the Middle East and North Africa*. We shouldn’t judge people by their looks or religion. Continue reading
“This moment was so significant to me, because as silly as it sounds, this stuffed animal helped me overcome some insecurities. He was there for me when no one else was. He was there when times were confusing.”
by Brittany Conley
As a young child, I was always soft spoken and could barely look anyone in the eyes.
As the only girl out of three large boys, I felt out of place most of my childhood. Continue reading
by Jake, Age 11
It’s not a glamorous job, but it takes a brave person to be involved in a S.W.A.T. team. Just over 70% of victims at Jackson Memorial Hospital Miami are treated for gun wounds.
The Miami Dade Police Department is an intense force. S.W.A.T. stands for Special Weapons And Tactics. S.R.T is a division of the S.W.A.T. team which stands for Special Response Team. They have two armoured trucks and one truck isn’t that armoured—it’s used for warrants or other dispatch calls. Continue reading
You won’t want to miss this!!! To be entered in the draw to win this featured prize, send in a photo of your pet and share a little about them. Some questions you could answer are: Continue reading
“I’m Julian. I love writing! I live with my mom, a dog and two cats. Try writing the ending to my short story I call, The South River School.” Julian, Age 12
I was the new kid at school and I didn’t like it. Mom said I would make friends easily but… there was something wrong with the school here. The school is fenced in for some reason and the teachers were so weird. Something was wrong I could feel it. On my first day, I met Alex and he was my only friend in that school.
I am to freaked out to talk about Day 2-6. Sorry.
It was any other day at the weirdest school in the world. I was late and the room was dead silent. “Sorry, I’m late Mr Kean.” Said a mysterious voice in the front of the room. I looked up to see a girl. Continue reading
“I’ve created this editorial because I feel it is an important cause. I hope you feel it is as important as I do.” Faye, Age 11
Can you imagine a simple dress being like the ball gown you’ve wanted for your whole life? Dress a Girl Around The World is a nonprofit organization that asks people to make dresses for young girls in less fortunate countries. This is an important cause because every girl deserves to feel beautiful. Also, most young girls in these countries have dresses made out of old, ripped, and stretched rags. It is amazing to create a dress while picturing a smile on someone else’s face. If you make a dress, be sure to use cotton, as most people wash clothes in a stream with rocks. Continue reading
Sabrina, Age 11, has been featured in Galaxy News of the Cherry Blossom #62 issue of BAZOOF! You’ll find it on pages 20-21. Here are additional photos and video links to enjoy!
“This is a selfie I took on a vacation with my family.”