I still remember the day when a hungry caterpillar inched its way across the top of my Creation Book. It was late summer. My sister Poppy and I were sitting in the shade along the banks of a lazy flowing stream in the Wanderlore Grove—our typical summer haunt. Damselflies darted
It was a warm August night, directly before the start of ninth grade. I was sitting on my bed, when I noticed a faint dusting of confetti landing on my pillow, the phantom remnants of another party that I had not been invited to. The source of the confetti were
It was in my tenth grade year of high school that the pivot happened. Up until this point, my sister Poppy and I, had created little creature with little thought as to what their purpose was. The Blues’ grandmother, Mrs. Fields, was the first to understand that our technique of
The sun was rising on a chilly morning as I flipped through the pages of my Creation Book. It was April 1st and I was looking for a bit of inspiration to test the gullibility of my fellow denizens of the great town of Cratersville. I knew all of the
Spring – Cratersville – Fifth Grade Written by Jellybean Reds We were spending the afternoon in Cratersville. It was spring and we were talking about animals that are symbolic of the season when Poppy mentioned sheep. Apparently she had been talking to Marjorie, one of Mrs. Fields friends, about sheep
I’ve written many times about my lack of cooking skills. I can heat up water for tea. I’ve gotten pretty good at making a seasonal loaf of bread, which—for me—are more like glorified cakes than real kneaded, shaped and risen creations. But, that’s about it. My journey to semi-literacy in
My father had a book. The book was quite large and to untrained eyes it would appear as nothing more than an ancient grimoire. My father kept this disguised book hidden beneath a velvet-draped table. My sister and I discovered it the summer before third grade. Whenever we visited his
It was mid January. And, according to my calendar it was only a few days away from National Hugging Day. Of course, we didn’t have an official hugging day in Cratersville, but that didn’t stop me from inserting one into my Calendar of Extraordinary Days after I learned of its
It was January. The weather was warm—eerily so. My father and I were standing on the roof of his theater. It was not the one in Cratersville. This was his other home. The one that suited his style best. Why we didn’t end up here in this big city of
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