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The Elder Tree

Paula Thompson

The tree has moved. Clara is sure of it. She presses her nose to the classroom window.  The elder tree stands at the edge of the playing fields, dark and gangly. Like it's watching them. Yesterday it ...  [+]
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The Collector

Paula Thompson

Theo traced the pattern with his finger. An ammonite. He didn't need the brass name plate to tell him that; the fossils were his favourite exhibit. Not as shout-out-loud as the dinosaur skeletons ...  [+]
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The Big BOO!

Sibylla Nash

There's something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it's just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon.

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Dragon Fire

Marièke Poulat

Bibop was a little dragon with orange scales. He had been living on Grey Mountain with his mother since he'd been born. That was already nearly a hundred years ago. A hundred years old, that's when ...  [+]
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