Leslie Terabithia Novels & Stories

“But I am a good girl, right, Mommy?” “Right, baby girl.” Sparkle was really stuck now. She was going to have to go into Boise and look for a puppy or she was going to have a heartbroken daughter on Christmas morning, and that she couldn’t allow. Too many of Sparkle’s childhood Christmases had been empty, lonely. She never wanted Hayzel to feel the kind of disappointment Sparkle had known all too often. “I told Lizzie about the fairy house we made, Kaleb, and she said she has fairies at her house, but I don’t think so because you need lots of trees for fairies and there’s not any at Lizzie’s...”

Maia: 6 years old I wake up and yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. I’m sitting in a large hollow tree trunk. I have no idea why I’m here or how I got here. I feel soft moss under my feet and crawl out from the tree. Animals and critters in the forest gather around and approach me. They gently nuzzle their noses against my legs, and when I sit down on the grass, they curl up on my lap. There are rabbits, foxes, squirrels, deer, elk, birds, and mice. They follow me around and do not leave my side. I feel safe and loved in this forest, and I want to live here forever. The forest is my home, my safe place, my everything.

It took only a second for Gabe’s mind to register the identity of the boy, and only a split second to realize the kid shouldn’t be in Brighton, but back at Henry’s house taking care of the stable. Gabe chased after Levi, determined not to let Henry’s servant get away. But the boy was fast, and it took all of Gabe’s willpower to keep on him. It wasn’t until Levi tripped and fell that Gabe was able to catch up. Levi sprung to his feet and was off again, but this time Gabe was close enough to reach out and grab the boy’s jacket. A rip tore in the sleeve, but at least it helped Gabe in capturing the lad.

When I picked Lily up from school, I saw the hugging bear back inside her schoolbag. "Lily, didn't I give Ms. Channing the hugging bear? Why did you bring it home again?" She snatched the hugging bear from me anxiously. "He'll be mad if I don't bring the hugging bear home, Mommy!" "Who'll be mad? The hugging bear?" Lily shook her head. "It's Sparky. He told me the hugging bear is his present to us. He'll get mad if I don't take good care of it.

Debby asked, turning to Ichabod. “Oh, he is taking a nap right now, but I assure you, we gonna have a beast tonight. Just let me know when I need to come in.” “I trust him for some reasons.” Tracy said to her teacher excitedly. “Okay then.”Debby said and then they waited for the next verse... Just a little change Small, to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared Beauty and the beast

From that time, they call her the Witch of Walden. Strangers and visitors alike adored Lea. She retreated on her shell and buried herself in books. She can be the princess that the prince would slay the dragon for or Cinderella with the glass slippers. Time flies. Growing into a young woman, she never once falls in love. Her world is the library. Lea is very popular among her peers, especially the boys. At an early age, Lea's love life was flourishing in secret. As the oldest child, her knowledge of the opposite sex was limited.

Four years had passed since the secret birth in the Whispering Crags. The bitter winter had given way to a crisp, bright spring, melting the heavy mountain snow into rushing crystal streams. Deep within the valley, completely hidden from the rest of the werewolf world, the tiny stone cabin remained a safe haven. Outside in the wide clearing, the morning ambiance was filled with bright, high-pitched laughter. "You can't catch me, Zachy! You're too slow!" Four-year-old Heidi darted between the massive pine trees like a flash of lightning. Her long, dark hair flew behind her, and her bright green eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

said Ellis while pointing at the history section. “Here we can find the stuff,” said Jacob. Tyler ran towards the section in a rush. But there were so many books, his head was spinning around while looking at them. Both Ellis and Jacob had put their hands on his shoulder. “We can help,” said Jacob. “Yeah we had good grades,” said Ellis. Tyler gives him a dead stare. After searching for hours, they finally found the book they needed. Its title was Canis Lupis the real Chaos. Many Centuries ago

What's it gonna look like? The plane ride was terrible. I sit close to the window and glue my eyes to my book. A book given to me by the therapist and it's to build me. She says it's gonna strengthen me. and for the look of things it was helping. After about few hours of terrible plane ride , we walk out of the plane. I pull my bag close to me as I take in the view. I've not been to New York before. " Yess..." Leslie squeals and takes a selfie of herself.

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.