Children's

Hillie Sorts It Out

Susan Lendroth

The rain had dried up – 
every drip, every puddle – 
but Hillie couldn’t go out 
while her room was a muddle. 
Mom had been clear, and 
her dad had agreed, 
“First... [+]

Short Fiction

Rest Stop

Koji A. Dae

The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt.
The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare... [+]

Short Fiction

Trampoline

Ulrica Hume

My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound... [+]