Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens November/December 2020

Perhaps no other single publication has inspired generations of readers as CRICKET has. Acclaimed for its high-quality fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and brilliant illustrations, CRICKET delivers intelligent, imaginative content that encourages readers to develop their own, unique creativity. Frequent contests encourage young writers to try their hand at various genres. Grades 4-8

United States
Cricket Media, Inc.
9 Issues

in this issue

9 min
the letterbox

Dear Cricket and Everybuggy, Hi! I’m a female boy scout and I love dancing, music, and animals. I also love this magazine. I have been getting it since I was eight! I’m the oldest of three and I have a dog named Copper, a leopard gecko named Leppy, and two chickens of my own for pets. I’m homeschooled, and my favorite subject is social studies. I’m also very interested in art and I like to draw and read a lot. I also do soccer and I’m thinking about karate. Savannah, age 12 Waynesville, North Carolina Hi, Everybuggy! Based upon letters I’ve read in the Letterbox, I think I’m the second person to say that I’m the trillionth person to say that I’m the trillionth person to say that I love your magazine! Wow. I…

12 min
the snow woman’s daughter

WHEN I WAS a little girl, I thought my mother’s name was Yuki, which means snow. That was part of her name, but I didn’t learn the rest of it until the night my father died. My mother left us on a slate-gray evening when I was five, with her namesake falling from the sky and piled high around the windows and doors. Awakened by raised voices, I watched through a tear in the curtain that shielded my sleeping mat as my mother wrapped her limbs in a shining, white kimono. As far back as I could remember, she had always worn the dark wool shifts that all mountain people wear, spun from the hair of the half-mad goats that give us milk and cheese. In her kimono she looked like…

6 min
wishing for christmas

IT DOESN’T SEEM that long ago, the Christmas of my eighth birthday. We had recently moved to 194 Poplar Street in New Haven, Connecticut. It was our sixth move that year. Our new home was a four-room apartment on the second floor of a rundown Victorian house. We shared a bathroom at the end of the hall with three other families. It was 1939, and the Great Depression had made all our lives much harder. We were poor, we knew it. But we didn’t know how poor we were until our father sat my sisters and me down on the couch in our living room to have a talk. I will always remember the sad look in Father’s eyes as he stared down at his hands, rubbing them back and…

4 min
the wishing tree of the blue dragon temple

There is a small temple facing south, on a hill overlooking the ancient Silla village of Nam Won. In its courtyard stands a gnarled tree guarding a hot spring. Every autumn children visit this temple, carrying paper lanterns. They hang lanterns on the tree and tie slips of rice paper beside the lanterns. It’s their hope that the tree’s spirit will answer these paper wishes. If the guardian spirit finds a wish worthy, it may be granted. Why? The story is an ageless one, dating back to the tree’s birth. THE BLUE DRAGON’S last day arrived early one morning as the harvest sun baked the Jirisan foothills. Squirrels were busy gathering nuts, hawks swooped low across rice fields searching for careless mice, and bees hummed among orange cosmos, collecting nectar for…

1 min
loy krathong

Thanks be to Water giver of life—for you a leaf cup floating, alight. Banana stalks and banana leaves blossom with blooms in yellow, purple, white. A krathong on this full moon November night. Flaming candles light its way, smoke of incense carries wishes away. Ride on the river, sail out to sea, a stream of krathongs, a thousand thanks to see. Praise be to Water, giver of life, on this Loy Krathong, full moon, November night. Loy Krathong is a festival held in Thailand on the night of November’s full moon. Krathongs, little boats of banana stems and leaves decorated with flowers, candles, and incense sticks, are set afloat on rivers and canals. The little lighted krathongs honor the water and are meant to carry away people’s bad luck and wishes for good.…

9 min
the island of many colors

LEET WAS THE daughter of fishing folk, and their home was Isocol, which in their language meant Island of Many Colors. On the island was a volcano. Unlike other volcanoes, this one did not toss ash into the sky nor spill hot magma over the land. The volcano never did this, because the Great Dragon lived there. When nights were clear, and moonlight fell softly on the waves, you could see puffs of indigo violet, ruby, and emerald flow from the volcano across the sky and fade toward the dancing stars. When night after night was full of color, the people of the island knew that the dragon was happy, and they and their families were safe indeed. But the dragon was old. She had lived in the volcano long before Leet’s great-great-great-grandmother…