A New Kind of Literary Pulse

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 ... [+]

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 will ... [+]

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 ... [+]

Every time summer vacation came round, the parents were in the habit of sending their two children to the country, far away from the bustle of the city. So every July, Julien and his little siste ... [+]