Short Tales 4

By Storm Cloud Publishing

A collection of stories from a collection of writers. Suitable for boys and girls 8-12 years.
Whether you enjoy fun and adventure, exploring new and old worlds, or a trip down the dark side of life, there's sure to be something for you. Some of your favourite writers return and there's some new ones to discover.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Cloud Publishing
• Release date: May 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781925285307

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Short Tales 4

A collection of short stories for kids 8 – 12 years

Short Tales 4

Copyright remains with the individual authors

Published by Storm Cloud Publishing (2018)

ISBN: 978-1-925285-30-7 Smashwords Edition

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Junior Fiction: A collection of short stories from writers all around the world.

Action and adventure, Fun and imagination, Fairy tales and fantasy, Animals and aliens, Celebrations and Festivals, Magic and Mystery, Light horror, Stories of the Past, Family relationships, Urban drama.

Ages 8 – 12 years

Contents

The Sisters of Halloween

Stef Gemmill

The Landing

Lizbeth Klein

What the Storm Left Behind

Karen Morrow

Revving Up

Carole Lander

The Lost Laugh

Jo Mularczyk

Seagull Pirates

Karen Hendriks

The Real Princess

Jaz Stutley

Shadows of the Night

Margaret Pearce

Battle of the Wands

Leonie Hearn

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The Sisters of Halloween

Stef Gemmill

Where is it? It’s here…somewhere, I just know it, Morgan muttered, clanging doors and rattling drawers, flitting from room to room. The search had been going on for almost an hour. Now the pale, small girl stopped in the hallway. She pushed her long black hair behind her ears, moaning out loud.

I know it’s tucked away somewhere, she cursed. When I find it, I’ll need some wings and a tiara, too.

She spun on her feet and sped down the attic stairs, causing a gust of air to flap the tall, red curtains. She stopped outside her own bedroom, dimly lit from the closed window shutters. She shuffled through her drawers and shelves. Old hats and suitcases and other old things soon covered the floor from her furious search.

That’s strange. These aren’t my things? Morgan wondered.

Nothing in the cupboards resembled the dreamy fairy dress she hunted for. Her room looked a little different too, but she couldn’t quite figure out what had changed.

Drat – it’s definitely not in here, and she stamped her foot.

She slumped against the window, watching the passersby on the street. Small children were busy decorating trees and fences with rubber bats and cardboard skeletons. A gust of wind blew a witch hat up in the air.

Morgan watched a girl the same age, about twelve, swing her arms in the air, swiping at the hat, finally catching it. As the girl placed it firmly on her head, she looked up at the window where Morgan stood, squinting her eyes to get a better view of the shape in the window. Morgan waved down to the girl, hoping it was a friend she could join on tonight’s adventure. But the girl just gasped and ran away.

She’s not very friendly. Hmmph, Morgan spat. I’ll find my own Halloween fun, but first I must find THAT dress.

Eva! Is that you making all that noise upstairs? called her oldest sister, Olive from several floors below.

Of course – it’s in Eva’s room!

Morgan bounced on her toes, hurrying down the next flight of stairs in danger of tumbling at such speed. She poked the top of her head into Eva’s bedroom, keeping silent. The two sisters were close once, but now she seemed to ignore Morgan all the time.

Eva’s room looked changed to Morgan – more grown up now. Gone were the pink fairy posters on the wall, replaced with horse riding competition ribbons and family photos. Gone were the dolls piled high in the rocking chair they used to play with together for hours.

Eva was half buried inside a wardrobe filled with clothes made with sequins and silk, singing to herself as she pulled out dress after dress. Morgan slipped into her room, unnoticed. Eva stepped back, holding a sparkling silver dress with delicate fabric that floated in the air.

Oh, there it is. The most beautiful dress in the world, gasped Morgan, fixing her gaze on the sparkling light bouncing off the beaded silk.

Eva buried her face in the dress, breathing in the scent of past Christmases and Halloweens. She sat in the rocking chair, clutching it to her chest, rocking back and forth, staring at the family photos on her dresser table. With a heavy sniff and