Who needs a green eyes book? Yeah, that might be the question anyone with blue, brown, hazel, or some other eye color might ask. But you shouldn’t ask that question about this green eyes book. Because this isn’t a book about some silly run-of-the-mill green eyes. It’s a book about a young boy who asked to deal with a very unique problem. One that … Read the rest…
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It was a clear cool morning about three years ago. Or wait. Maybe it was three years from now. I suppose it doesn’t matter. The point is, little Ivanto woke up, before sunrise, and saw beautiful colors swirling around his room in glass bubbles. There were thousands of these little orbs, and every few seconds one would smash into the wall and burst. And … Read the rest…
If you’ve walked on this here terra firma for more than just a tiny little bit, you’ve heard the story of chicken Little. And you get the gist of it. Right? I saw this description of what Chicken Little means: An article said that bird character “has become almost synonymous with alarmism, with the term being used to describe people who needlessly stoke fear … Read the rest…
Ella loves bedtime stories. Big shocker, right? I mean, you’ve probably never heard of a little kid who loves bedtime stories. But, maybe what you didn’t know was how many kids enjoy books on iPad. And that’s Ella. “Read me some books on my iPad, mommy.” That’s a big part of Ella’s new night time routine now. Because her mom and dad got her … Read the rest…
Once upon an old West morning, in the little town of Glenwood Springs, the scent of freshly baked bread and coffee wafted through the air. And it woke up one of the most famous young doctors ever. He got up, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and sunshine flooded the room like liquid gold. And, from downstairs he heard a voice yell out.. … Read the rest…
Finnar and Sami were what you might call “fast friends.” Well, I certainly would anyway. Because that’s an old and established way to describe a solid friendship built on mutual trust. And only a solid friendship could have done what they did. Keep in mind, now, every word you’re about to read is based on hand-me-down information. So, you know what that means. Yep. … Read the rest…
Oliver Treze was born to write bright. And that was his answer when anyone asked what he did for a living. He’d smile a quarter smile and reply, “I write bright.” So, every morning, he sat in the shade of olive trees to write bright words. Words to wake the whimsy. Words to wake the joy. All for flights of fancy. Words he could … Read the rest…