They were standing amidst the trunks of dozens of flowering cherry trees planted in straight rows. The bright pink blossoms filled the air with their cloying smell. Petals spiraled down to the lush carpet of moss below. The garden was so thick with these fanciful petals that it looked as though they had stumbled into a pink snowstorm. Yahgurkin wanted to gag.
Mulrox and the Malcognitos by Kerelyn Smith
A woman waved to us as she paddled by in a light-blue kayak with a white bichon frise wearing a pink life jacket in the kayak with her. The dog looked so happy.
Half a Chance by Cynthia Lord
Pink and red lipstick kisses polka-dotted my face. My hair was tousled and my clothes looked wrinkly After smelling the aunts’ and grandmas’ floral perfumes, I needed lots of fresh oxygen.
Piper Reed, Navy Brat by Kimberly Willis Holt
I crank open my locker and gasp. Three bright pink helium balloons pop out of the locker and float up to the ceiling. In thick black Sharpie, someone has scribbled pointy ears, googly eyes, and a pig snout onto each balloon.
My Life as a Potato by Arianne Costner
The older folks in town like to tell about the night Brett McGrew was born. They say the sky was clear and the moon was full, a moon that lay low on the horizon, big and round and orange, like a basketball. A giant basketball shining down on Stuckey.
Airball: My Life in Briefs by L. D. Harkrader
The summons I’d received from the Council had stated: Evalithimus Evergreen is hereby summoned to the Council of Witches and Wizards meeting on the first day of the fifth moon, for discussion of her witch rank.
Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch by Julie Abe
The first thing Nate noticed were the maps. They covered the walls like wallpaper. There were maps of the world, some bigger than he was, and maps of oceans and continents and places Nate had never heard of. There was even a map of the moon and the stars.
Flight of the Phoenix by R. L. LaFevers
Suddenly, the per-clunkity gave way to a boom-clackity as we crossed over a long, narrow bridge. The crickets sang a little louder as we crossed the river. The moon shone a little bit brighter. The night air smelled like baking cookies.
A Snicker of Magic by Natalie Lloyd
A cold sweat trickled down Mulrox’s back. The creature was unmistakable. They were in a fairy ring of ancient redwoods that marked its home. It was as the stories had said. He would surely be cursed now.
Mulrox and the Malcognitos by Kerelyn Smith
Henry is like the Christmas tree at Christmas. The birthday cake on your birthday and trick-or-treating on Halloween … we love her that much.
No Passengers Beyond this Point by Gennifer Choldenko
