Story Flare

“Hi Anjeny, ready to make a book you’ll love to read?” “Fat chance, Bookbot,” Anjeny muttered as she stabbed at her tablet screen with ...

Sara was wrong. Meany-head Sara. She was so wrong. Candi chanted it to herself over and over. She had to stay mad. It was the only way to s...

"I now call this meeting of the Discontented Pokemon Alliance to order!" Tepig squeaked. All around the darkened clearing, the b...

I thought I'd left my scooter by the fence around the tennis court, so when I saw it by the drinking fountain instead I was confused. Fo...

read the first part When Mom found out that the butter had vanished again, she had plenty to say about it. Things like, "The joke is ...

Shelia could remember when going to the doctor meant seeing a doctor. She took a deep breath and let it out while the blood pressure cuff ...

“I’m gonna be straight with you, man.” My throat nearly choked me, but I forced the words out. “These books, one of them has got to be bugg...

When my great-grandparents died we inherited a butter dish. “Why is it so fancy?” I asked my mom. Up until we inherited the butter dish...

Later that spring, Father and I drove the cart down to the bridge, where the willow grove flanked the rushing stream. The water was still h...

Naya hadn’t meant to frighten the girl. It was past time for the villagers to come and leave their daily offerings, so Naya was surpris...