Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens

Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens March 2019

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 期号


cover and border

“Lena at Lost Lake” oil paints Lori grew up in the country near a pond the size of a lake, where she saw all the animals in her painting on the cover, and lots more. In summers, one of her chores was to spend a whole day in the pond picking up pond weeds and seaweeds, which gave her the opportunity to see even more creepy crawlers. Lori lives in Michigan with her husband and son. Their grown daughter lives by the Pacific Ocean close to the beach, where Lori loves to paint while listening to the waves. Always, Lori wishes for everyone to express their creative gifts—in music, art, dance, or whatever—as this makes our world a better place. Is it time to renew? shop.cricketmedia.com 1-800-821-0115…

the letterbox

Dear Cricket, I like the way everybody says “Hey, every-buggy,” but I think I just want to say “Howdy!” I started reading Cricket about a year ago, so I’m still just a bit of a beginner and I don’t know Ladybug, Cricket, or all of the other bugs in the group. I really want to know them and have a favorite! I really like your stories and want to be an author. I am already writing a book. I also want to be a singer and I have been told that I have a pretty voice. I love dogs and have a lot of pets: a dog, seven chickens (who are my best friends!), three fish, and two frogs. I also have four brothers. I’m the second oldest and have had type…

talent sprouts

My dad believed in responsibility! Independence! New experiences! I have to admit the examples from his youth fascinated me. He specialized in his adventures growing up in Omaha in the early 1900s. His brothers threw him into Carter Lake to teach him to swim. His family kept a cow named Lily Whiteflower whom he, age four, led into the church at Christmas to give Baby Jesus milk in the Nativity display. He practiced baseball with his older brother, who eventually pitched as “Smokin’ Paul” in a minor league. On and on! He used those stories to urge us children to fresh achievements. Of course my sister Martha could make a skating rink on an empty neighborhood lot. Yes, brother Ted could enter the newspaper’s Mother’s Day poetry contest and win. One day he came…

in search of . . .

Fifteen-year-old Tay lives on Rannoch, a distant planet covered with water, where undersea pods or living chambers provide life support for up to three people—usually two adults and one child. Tay learns that her parents are expecting another child and that she must marry and move into a pod of her own. Upset, she thrusts her portable breathing tube into her throat vent and slams out of the pod. Swimming past the school, she remembers learning about the history of Planet Rannoch. One day the class viewed an ancient Video that showed the Survey Starship Macmillan arriving from Planet Earth. The starship smashed into a shock wave of radiation from the solar system’s sun and disintegrated. The lucky ones whose escape pods landed on the planet engineered underwater homes and genetically adapted…


IN THE EERIE glow of a foggy morning, just before dawn on June 6, 1944, thirty American soldiers stood huddled together in a rectangular plywood boat. Cold spray splashed the men’s faces as the small craft, which had no roof and looked a bit like an open shoebox, rolled up and down in the choppy waters of the English Channel. The men had just eaten breakfast and many began to feel seasick. Others hunkered down under their netted metal helmets, trying to keep calm as they waited for first light to accomplish their mission. The number painted on the side of the boat was PA26-24. That meant it was twenty-fourth of the small landing crafts lowered into the water that morning by the USS Samuel Chase (APA26), a huge attack transport…

left behind

I REALLY WANTED to go with Uncle Ulf on the raid, but no matter how hard I tried he would not agree. I asked him again down by the harbor, where the longboats were lined up like horses ready to spring into a race. “You can’t fight,” he growled, as he combed back his hair into a single long braid, ready for battle. “I can!” I protested, standing up and swinging my knife. “You’d fall over in the longboat,” Ulf pointed out patiently. “It’s rough crossing the Big Water.” “I could sit on my sea chest and tell you which way to go,” I suggested. “I can steer by the stars! Bjorn the Elder has been teaching me. And then I could stay and guard the boat while you’re ashore.” Ulf laughed and swung the…