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 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


the letterbox

Dear Cricket, I’m a first-time writer, but I’ve been getting your magazine for about two years. I know that everyone says this, but it is really awesome and I look forward to getting each issue. I’m homeschooled and I love animals. Horses are my favorite animals, and I love anything horse. I also enjoy music, reading, being outside, and astronomy. I have a cat and a dog. I also play the piano. Adelle Richard, age 12 Howard City, Michigan Dear Cricket, How have you been? Sorry I haven’t been writing to you. When is your birthday? My birthday is November 30. What states have you been to? I’m in fourth grade. My older brother is fifteen. My sister is in sixth grade. My little brother is in third grade. We have a dog named Gramba.…

the tides of change

MARIE TRAILED ALONG the ripples of the cool Atlantic as she and her little sister walked the beach in Stone Harbor, New Jersey. “Why does Mom have to go?” Evelyn asked for the umpteenth time. It dawned on Marie why Dad had told her to take Evelyn for a walk at the point. It was a quiet stretch of sand beyond the short sea wall, without beachgoers and lifeguard whistles constantly blaring. This was the perfect place where Evelyn could talk to her away from their parents. “Mom’s a nurse in the army reserves,” Marie said. “When the army needs more nurses, they call her up.” That was the easy answer. It didn’t stop the nightmares from happening, especially now that Marie was getting older and understood more about what was going on in…

shell swap

A LITTLE HERMIT crab living in a tropical forest has a big problem. Her body grows bigger each day, but the sea snail shell she lives in doesn’t. It just gets tighter. To keep growing, she must find a new shell. Her next shell has to be the right size, and it has to be empty. She’s looking for one that is spiral-shaped so she can tuck her soft body deep inside, safe from drying breezes and hungry birds. To find a new home, the little hermit crab must leave the leaf litter and fallen palm fronds on the sandy floor of the tropical forest. She stretches her claws, legs, and two pairs of antennas outside her shell home and lifts up. Her bulging eyes rotate in all directions. Satisfied that…

the secret lives of hermit crabs

Hermit crabs range in size from smaller than your thumbnail to bigger than a coconut. They live all over the world, both in the ocean and on land. Hermit crabs do not grow their own shells. Instead, they live most of their lives inside the shells made by other sea creatures. Hermit crabs move into a larger shell home five times or more throughout their lives (one to ten years). Hermit crabs are omnivores. They’ll eat anything—leaves, algae, insects, or bits of fish. But they’ll never eat each other, even when they’re fighting over shells. Land-dwelling hermit crabs really do cooperate when looking for new shell homes. They line up by size and slide into the empty shell in front of them in a flurry of waving legs and antennas. Crabs that…

alligators in the lobby

One afternoon in 1910, the Richmond City police received a frantic phone call. “Come immediately—someone is walking an alligator down Franklin Street!” After rushing over, the police caught two teenaged boys leading lumbering alligators down the sidewalk on rope leashes. Police hauled the boys down to the station for a firm talking-to, and returned the alligators to their home: the Jefferson Hotel lobby. From the day that it opened in 1895, anybody who was anybody visiting Richmond, Virginia, booked a room at the swanky Jefferson Hotel. Actresses and explorers stayed there, as well as famous singers, writers, and prizewinning athletes. In the lobby, you might have met novelists Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, actor Charlie Chaplin, pianist Ray Charles, or composer Sergei Rachmaninoff. Thirteen presidents stayed at the Jefferson, including William Taft,…

the fool who fished for a king

ALARIC, THE FISHERMAN’S nephew, was a fool. At least his uncle always said so when he could not untangle a whelk shell from the nets, or when he left the drying squid out overnight and the neighborhood cats had a feast. Certainly his uncle and the other fishermen on the docks jeered when Alaric set off for Lake Heavensdrop as the last leaves swirled down from the branches. “Foolish boy!” said his uncle. “If you leave now, you will reach the lake in the dead of winter. To fish you’ll have to chop through a layer of ice.” “But we’re not so busy in the winter,” Alaric explained. “You can spare me for a few weeks now. Besides, when spring comes, all the greatest fishermen will try to catch those…