A new kind of literary pulse

“Baa, baa, baaaaa” bleated Sally. “Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah,” she complained. “Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks… WHOOPS!”
The stone... [+]

All Julie did was toss a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, one day. Honey plum-plum flavor. Her favorite. And then...
She blew ONE GUM BUBBLE.
That’s it.
It may not sound like much... [+]

My name is Andy Tannenbaum, and I’m a private eye. But until last week, I’d never solved a case—except for the time my little sister Tara thought someone had stolen her Batman underpants. I... [+]

Long ago, on the highest hill looming over the lushest land that any ruler had ever ruled, a mighty castle stood watch over its idyllic setting. Inside the fortified dwelling, King Tell sat hovering... [+]

The midday sun shines overhead, greeting our so-called hero, Captain Sundae, and his trusty dog, Top. Captain Sundae has been fishing all morning while Top has been busy sunbathing by the lake.... [+]

The battle was brutal and losses were high. Ralph the Brave, Robin of the Forests, and me, Ariane with the Golden Fingers, were the only survivors on our side. But we had no time to mourn the fate... [+]

Huffle walked heavily along. He had just had another argument with his father. Flamethrower was a big ruby dragon aged 625 and he could not stand the fact that his youngest son did not have a job.... [+]

My name is Noucha, I’m eleven years old and my favorite superhero is me!
Everything in my life is magical, epic and fantastic. I live in the most beautiful house in my neighborhood even though... [+]

— Psst! Kiddo!
Mary continued to walk straight on, looking right ahead of her.
— Psst!
Who was that? Where did that whistle come from?
She turned her head. Nobody there. Nothing but the... [+]

— Great! Another present!
A few days ago, Oscar celebrated his birthday with his parents.
Today he got a parcel from his godfather who lived a long way away. Very excited, he rushed to open it and... [+]

I will dog sled. There’s no better way to the North Pole. I will be muffled up in thirty-six layers of fur and I will drive my pack with great wild cries: Mush! Let’s go! Line out! My huskies... [+]

They must have been walking for a good two hours. The lights of the town are far behind them. The houses disappeared long ago. Now they are walking through the forest and night is falling. Tom is... [+]