A new kind of literary pulse

The creepy old house smells like three-month-old kitty litter and rotting dumpster food.
The night is cold, and the air in the run-down house even colder. Rachel takes another step down the... [+]

Queen Riddles was a fun-loving monarch who liked riddles and jokes. She had spent most of her life working out answers to riddles, so there were few who could trick her. All it took was a little... [+]

There was a hippo in the kitchen. No one knew how it got there, or when, but there was undeniably an enormous, sloppy, disheveled hippo in the kitchen.
“And,” I said, examining the lunch my... [+]

Sometimes I can’t sleep. That’s because of the bear under the bed.
One night, the bear was breathing hard.
When he breathed in, the bed lifted up off the floor.
When he breathed... [+]

“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... [+]

It was the summer of 1983 and eight-year-old Danny Brown was having a terrible time. A shy and serious only child, he had recently been forced to move with his parents and, as far as he was... [+]

You laugh from your throat, that’s true. But we don’t really know where the laugh comes from.
What I think, is that right down at the bottom of our stomachs, hidden deep down in the warmth... [+]

Sizzle was a nice little pig. He was the third boy in the Littlepig family. He shared his little bedroom with his two big brothers, Porky and Hammy. The three little pigs slept in bunk beds and... [+]

This is it! The great day has arrived!
Luke puts on his coat, picks up his schoolbag, kisses his mother and walks sadly out of the warm family nest that is his home. The weather outside is... [+]