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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A harmless mouse scuttled along the forest path. Or at least, Trisha Leiferkus hoped she looked harmless. Then she could sneak through the woods to carry out her mission.
Her mentor, the
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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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Bronagh's mother watched her toying with her food. "Sit up straight, Bronnie," she chided, "and finish your dinner. Your father's ready to read you a story." "I don't want to." "Well, if you'd
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Sarah bounced as the SUV hit another rough patch on the dirt road into Silver City. "Just look at this place!" her dad exclaimed, taking photos of one rundown building after another. "You wanted
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Theofina's class had won a contest. The contest was for a special trip. They were going to go back to the time of the dinosaurs! Theo was happy, excited, and worried. She wanted to be brave, but
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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.
Peekaboo tiptoed towards the stray cat preening itself in the abandoned house. His older brother, Shriekaboo, rolled his eyes. "Why are you creeping?" he asked. "The cat can't hear you." "He's
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