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

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

国家:
United States
语言:
English
出版商:
Cricket Media, Inc.
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1
cover and border

“Winter Wonderland” paper sculpture Born in New Jersey, I have always loved playing in the snow whether I’m making a snowman, a snow angel, ice-skating, sledding, or skiing down a mountain as fast as I can. I currently live in the south suburbs of Chicago with my husband, two daughters, and a crazy cat. I still love playing in the snow in the backyard with my girls. There are not many mountains around where I live now, but we try to travel to mountains for skiing as often as we can! I enjoy illustrating snowy scenes, and had a lot of fun making this cover for Cricket. My artwork is primarily in paper, both paper sculpture and cut-paper. The paper sculptures are made from hand-painted and textured papers, which are then cut, torn,…

8
the letterbox

Dear Cricket, How has everybuggy been lately? I’ve been doing well. I am so excited for Thanksgiving and Christmas and winter! Ladybug, do you have any good tips for snowball fights? This sounds unbelievable, but in my area we got two inches of snow last winter. Brrr! Cricket, I think you should do a soccer comic soon. Here is a haiku for everyone: A bright moonlight Shining through a dark sky Just black and white (Pussywillow may cry.) Muffin, what is your favorite drink? I like eggnog the best. Emerson Enbysk, age 10 University Place, Washington Dear Emerson, Try to find a spot of cover where you can make an advance supply of snowballs to be ready for the fight. And Muffin favors English breakfast tea. We love your haiku. Moonlight and snowballs! Ladybug Dear Cricket, My grandma got me your magazine for Christmas,…

5
yuliya’s fawn

LONG, LONG AGO on the edge of the lonely Siberian taiga, there lived a man and wife who yearned for a child. One spring there came a vicious storm. Snow and ice lashed their snug little cabin. As the chimney chuffed out smoke, the woman huddled by an empty cradle on the hearth and cried to her husband, “If I cannot have a child to love, surely my heart will crumble like a dry crust of bread.” “Let us go to bed with hope, dear wife. You never know what dawn may bring.” In the morning light, the small meadow round the cabin glistened in the cold sun. The husband trudged through the woods to a nearby pond and settled on his stool to fish through the ice. When he heard the…

1
the fawn

Grandma found her and rang for us to come and in the clatter of dropped bowls and spoons and the scrape of chairs we hurried to see the fawn hidden in the hydrangeas. Her head was turned, her wet nose tucked beneath one long ruddy leg, tightly curled on a bed of crushed milky blooms. We leaned in close, our hands on our knees, yearning to stroke her round skull and spotted fur. Her wide ears fluttered, this way and that, attentive to our whispers. Grandma said the mother was foraging and would soon return to nurse. A spiced breeze blew and the hydrangeas nodded to the singing bees and we bowed bewitched by liquid eyes black, curious, and unafraid.…

12
the last kirin

IN A TIME long past, when the world was young and legendary creatures still walked the land, there was a girl named Kiyo, the daughter of the emperor. Every morning, as soon as the sun had risen, Kiyo would go strolling in the palace woods, singing to the flowers and breathing in the fresh scent of morning dew on the grass. Among the animals, she had many friends, including a bushy-tailed tanuki named Ringo and a red-crowned crane named Nami. Whenever Kiyo needed someone to talk to, Nami listened, her eyes peaceful and wise, while Ringo pretended to listen, though he was actually picking Kiyo’s pockets for apple slices. One day, after her walk, Kiyo came to her father at breakfast with confusion on her face. “Father,” she said. “Why was the…

6
thoko’s gift

THE SMOKE COMING from the lit firewood blows in Thoko’s direction, and she coughs to relieve the sting she feels in her throat and eyes. A large three-legged pot with steam rising from the slightly open lid stands astride the blazing fire. The aroma of beef stew and samp maize meal has drawn all the children to the backyard to sit around the fire. Christmas at Thoko’s grandmother’s house is always a big event, with New Year celebrations coming a close second. This year is no different as Thoko’s parents took turns driving the eight hours from Lusaka to her father’s home village in the rural eastern part of Zambia. “Mum, Thumbi is playing with fire again!” Thoko calls out to get the attention of her mother, who is inside the…