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

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


cover and border

“Winter Filigree” acrylic on paper Leonid Gore is an award-winning artist, illustrator, and author. Born and raised in Belarus, he studied art at the Academy of Arts in Minsk. Since 1990, he has been living in the United States. Leonid’s illustrations have graced more than thirty picture books, five of which he also wrote. Critics have praised his work as “visually stunning” and “brilliant.” His books have been honored as IRA Children’s Choice books and Publishers Weekly Best Books of the Year; have received starred reviews from the School Library Journal and the Kirkus Reviews, Boston Globe, and Horn Book magazines; and have been recognized as part of 100 Great Children’s Books by the New York Public Library. Leonid Gore lives in Oakland, New Jersey, and works out of his studio…

the letter box

Dear Everybuggy, I love your magazine. I love all the cool stories. My grandparents got me Cricket, and I have been getting it for two months. My favorite buggy is Pussywillow. My favorite books are the Horse Diaries and Heartland. (Each is a series.) I am a homeschooler. I love horses. Some of my cousins call me the Horse Whisperer and Cat Whisperer. I am really great with animals. I have a dog named Elsa and a cat named Buttercup and two birds named Mickey and Vanilla. Vanilla is albino. My brother Aaron has two birds and seven fish. My dad has two canaries. And my family has three fish in our backyard. I do tae kwon do and I am a first-degree black belt. I have been to seventeen national parks…

the human zamboni

I SKATED TO center ice, set my toe pick to anchor me to the spot, and posed in the opening attitude of my program—hands on hips, eyes tilted up to look at the hockey banners hanging from the ice arena’s grimy ceiling. I smiled playfully as part of the choreography of my program, but I didn’t have to fake a smile today. I felt it! Not the eyes of my skating friends as they leaned on the rail of the bleachers above me. Not the eyes of my dads as they pretended not to be concerned. And certainly not the eyes of the judges wrapped in fleece in the hockey box across from me, looking like they’d run screaming for the hills if they heard the soundtrack to Annie one more time. What…

she dreamed of dresses

“HURRY UP! HURRY up!” Ann Lowe wanted to tell her mama. Ann had an idea she could hardly wait to try. Instead, Ann watched silently as her mama cut out the pieces of rose-colored silk she would sew together. She was making a fancy party dress for the wife of the governor of Alabama. Ann’s mother could not afford to make a mistake. Silk was expensive. And black seamstresses had to do exceptional work or white ladies wouldn’t hire them. At last, her mother finished. Ann gathered up the fabric scraps. She grabbed her needle, scissors, and spool of thread. Then she scooted outside to the flower garden. Ann settled down beside a rosebush and picked out which bloom she wanted to copy. Then her long, brown fingers went to work. With a snip…

false impressions

THE NEW EMBELLISHER threw slivers of turtle meat and garlic cloves into hot sesame oil. As it hissed and spat, he crushed dried herbs into his chubby palm with an enormous thumb, then tossed those in, too. I cringed as his long, dirty fingernails slipped between the flesh and shells of the shellfish to rip them apart and twist them in half. He cast the meat into the smoking oil and piled the shells on the table like a death heap of tiny skeletons. Wiping his hands on his thighs, he turned to his eldest son and demanded the jug of date beer, which he pressed to his thick lips and noisily gulped down. He noticed I was watching him and glared at me as he slapped his younger son…

favorite first sentences

“I’M SURROUNDED BY THOUSANDS OF WORDS.” OUT OF MY MIND by Sharon M. Draper submitted by Caroline A. Percival of San Antonio, TX “The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.” CHAINS (The Seeds of America Trilogy) by Laurie Halse Anderson submitted by Catherine Graham of Ave Maria, FL “When Mrs. Frederick C. Little’s second son arrived, everybody noticed that he was not much bigger than a mouse.” STUART LITTLE by E. B. White submitted by Erin F. of Tennessee “Always, for as long as she could recall, Gracie had the memory of fire.” UNWRITTEN by Tara Gilboy submitted by Celeste Thalhammer of Blue River, WI “On my first trip to Yellowstone National Park, I threw a rock at a dragon.” OF GIANTS AND ICE (The Ever Afters) by Shelby Bach submitted by…