‘Do you want to make something?’ Mum asked. ‘We could make a cake. Or some cupcakes?’ Shelby looked hopeful… ‘We could ice them with that...

Every other time, he had come back. But that day he didn’t. We’d arrived as usual, and he’d parked me in a shabby little brick-built...

This story was inspired by a trip to London's Natural History Museum, and their display about the devastation caused by a herd of...

Once upon a time a boy lived. One boy, amongst many boys who have lived. Do you suppose this boy was special? Well, of course he was...

A tiny wipe revealed a glimmer of something unexpected. Issy dabbed a little more. Usually at this stage in the restoration process...

Purple heather crackles under my mud-crusted feet as I tramp downwards towards the small, grey dwelling. And the rain begins to fall,...

Jack stares at Piggy and Piggy stares back at Jack. So, what do you want me to do, asks Piggy? But Jack doesn’t answer. Jack opens his...

Asked to create a short story from the following words: parting, unbelievable, identical twin, jovial, cryptic, rain, marmalade,...

It's volatile, our daily life, but not as volatile as the fieriness I feel on those few occasions when my indignation gets too much to...

This is the story of a much beloved child, probably just like you are, or once were. She's interested in everything and everyone. She...

John was accustomed to fighting his own demons, but this was different – this was forced battle with the demons of others. His feet...

Lottie looked up at her mum while she snuggled down under her duvet. She had an important question. It was very important for a five...

Melissa's face was ten years old, but it looked to her as if it was eight, and she found that extremely frustrating. Why couldn't she...

Travis was no ordinary man. He was tall, handsome, intelligent and sensitive, with kindly eyes and knobbly knees. That all sounds...

I woke early - as was usual. Nowadays I'm always late to bed and early to rise, with the result that my days pass in a stupor of drowsy...

I wrote a satirical piece about one of my writing groups. Names have been changed below in order to protect the innocent. Perhaps you...

Can you imagine the humiliation? I, with fur of gold, am the majestic king of the beasts, a lion cub who at only three days old, was...

The following is a zombie story written by a seven year old boy. I was surprised that he knew about zombies, but apparently all the...

In a field. On the edge of a town. In a country. It doesn't matter which. Something was going on: something unusual. My eyes were opened...

It was Wednesday. It was wet too. The skies were spitting out wetness from their huge black clouds, and Melissa was not happy about it....