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

Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens May/June 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

“Maybe I Could Do That” Acrylic on Illustration Board Polly M. Law is an artist, bricoleur (creator of mixed-media bricolage), and mythologenist (teller of mythic tales) living and working in the Mid Hudson Valley of New York. Her work has been printed in numerous publications. Her gallery work can be seen in fine art galleries in Provincetown and Nantucket, Massachusetts, and in Rhinebeck, New York. About the cover: I was inspired by ballet dancer Misty Copeland, who, as an artist of color, broke barriers. She leapt over them with a flourish, strength, and a gracefully extended leg. May she inspire everyone to follow their dreams. Is it time to renew? shop.cricketmedia.com 1-800-821-0115…

the letterbox

Dear Everybuggy, Last time I wrote to you, I lived in North Carolina, but we have moved. We live in Virginia now. I love Cricket! I like space. I’m homeschooled and like to look at our map. I’ve discovered towns like Philadelphia in Mississippi! Philip Turner, age 7 Montclair, Virginia Dear Chatterboxers, I just finished reading Keeper of the Lost Cities Book 6, Nightfall. The last sentence was: “He huffed out of breath, ‘Who’s Alvar?’” And Alvar was the one who asked the question! I have chills, don’t you? Phoenix Queen, age 10 Favorite Last Sentences Blab About Books, Chatterbox Has anybody ever heard of Bakugan? I used to have a Bakugan, a little red dragon. I adored it. To this day, I have no idea where it came from or where it went. I was three or four.…

finding the perfect sandy

“ASHLEY! OUR SANDY is singing again!” The stage manager called to me, and I moved to the wings to watch. While our star, Kayla, was belting out “Tomorrow,” the hound sitting next to her had decided to chime in as well, his earsplitting a-roooo echoing Kayla’s emotional high notes. “Knock it off!” Kayla shouted at the dog, breaking character. She motioned for the orchestra to stop. “This isn’t working! I can’t sing this song until we find a decent Sandy!” She stormed off the stage. I walked onstage to clip the leash onto Baily, the foxhound who had wanted a duet. Sandy is supposed to be merely a supporting role in Annie, our school’s musical about a Depression-era orphan and the stray dog she rescues. But Baily clearly thought otherwise. He was our…

break a leg, macbeth (shh!)

IT’S 1606. THE stage is set, and the King’s Men players are costumed and ready to perform a new play before King James I at Hampton Court in London. The play, written by their director, William Shakespeare, is Macbeth. (Shh! Don’t say that!) However, there’s a problem. In Shakespeare’s time, women’s roles were played by young men with high voices, and the teenage boy who is cast to take the stage as Lady Macbeth has fallen deathly ill. Even in 1606 actors believed the show must go on, especially when you’re performing before a king. So taking to heart Lady Macbeth’s advice to her trembling husband to “screw your courage to the sticking place,” Shakespeare stepped into the role at the last minute. Later the boy actor died, and the idea…

the boy who became a dancer

SEVEN-YEAR-OLD JACQUES LOVED living in Washington Heights in New York City. In 1941, it was a vibrant working-class neighborhood. He and his pals whooped up and down the stoops of apartment buildings. They played on the rail tracks bordering the Hudson River. The iron trestles over the tracks became the battle decks of a ship. The neighborhood cemetery was a perfect spot to sit on “ghost dust” and tell scary stories. Saturdays were the best days of the week for fun with his friends. Not this Saturday! Jacques’s mother dragged him to Madame Seda’s Dance Studio to watch his sister’s ballet class. “Ah, Boss, do I have to go?” Jacques asked. “I want to play with the fellas.” “Of course, and you will love it,” his mother said. Jacques and his three siblings…

the nightingale

LONG AGO, IN ancient China, there was an empress of many names, but we shall call her Empress Wu. In her lifetime Empress Wu had done many things to attain power, and some of those things she did not like to think about, so she set her royal architects to work making her palace beautiful and filling it with expensive curiosities to delight her. She brought people to her court who had strange skills or exciting stories to tell. And she always had a circle of courtiers around her to keep her entertained and amused, so that she would not dwell on difficult things. Empress Wu would not tolerate criticism of any kind, and people suspected of speaking badly of her found themselves in grave danger. However, the empress enjoyed tales…