Category: For Kids

Character Development, For Kids, Historical Fiction, Magical Realism, Paranormal, Short Story, Writerly Tips

The Princess of the Dark – a short story #fairytale #horror

ARJung

"Yes, the poor girl was the victim of a sinister plot for the throne and was queen for exactly nine days from July 10th to July 19th, 1553. She was accused of high treason and held in the tower of London. She was just 16, when she was beheaded on Tower Hill on February 12th, 1554. The queen was buried beneath the altar of the Tower’s Chapel Royal of St Peter ad Vincula, and her ghost can be seen roaming the grounds usually around the anniversary of her death. I can't enter into this quilting cottage Gemma. All who enter without her permission, find themselves in an early grave, same as she did."

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Character Development, Easter Time Story, Folkpunk, For Kids, Genre, Short Story

The Wolpertinger Code- a feel good Easter story about the magic of Easter- (29 pgs.)

ARJung

The snow stretched on for ages, but it didn’t matter in that moment because there was death on the horizon and death is worse than the blistering cold. If you are ever chilled to the bone, be still of mind, be grateful, because you know that you are still alive…you are able to feel it. This is a blessing...this is from the Wolpertinger Code.

Character Development, Cryptozoology, Easter Time Story, For Kids, Historical Fiction, Magical Realism, Short Story, Writerly Tips

The Small House of Fabergé- an Easter time short story

ARJung

Rescuing fireflies took all evening. After finishing my summer reading, I ran through the fields and the long grasses whipped at my legs. I didn’t care about the welts. I got on my four-wheeler and rode back into the remote corners of the woods where there were barely pathways and opened my jars, being sure to cup my hand over the openings. I collected fireflies for hours in larger jars with oxygen holes. The jars were the kind you filled up to water big dogs. My mom boarded animals for a living on our tiny farm, where our happiness used to reside.