Stories that depict the challenges and triumphs of growing up, helping children navigate their own journey of self-discovery and identity.
The old woman, Mei, sat on her porch swing. It creaked gently, matching the soft tinkling of the wind chimes made from sea glass—little pieces collected over many years. Each piece held a memory, a whisper of the ocean.
Elara lived in the Scrap Heap, a sprawling city built on the bones of the old world. Towers of discarded metal reached for a sky perpetually choked with orange dust. The air tasted metallic, a constant reminder of what they had lost. The sun, a hazy, weak disc, offered little warmth.
“Hey, remember that old treehouse we built when we were kids?” Sam looked over at his sister, Leelee, her eyes glazed over with nostalgia. “How could I forget?” Leelee’s smile grew as she stared at the rotting wooden structure in the backyard. “It was our kingdom, our fortress from the outside world.” The two siblings had returned to their childhood home...
