Middle Grade fiction is written to appeal to younger audiences, namely those between 8 and 12. This largely has to do with the complexity of themes and words in the books and less to do with what the story is about.
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- Passion Ignitedby Brianna HarpelScreech. The cell door was yanked open causing Faye’s heart to jump. Orange light flooded the room; her eyes watered and smarted but her weak arms couldn’t rise to rub the burn. She averted her gaze to a dim corner as tears warmed her cheeks. Her heart rushed blood through her ears causing them to ring. Shackles clunked to the ground as the lead chain was unlocked. Rusted cuffs pressed into her wrists as a man jerked her out of the cell. She shuffled irregularly down the dim corridor, dragging her feet while allowing the weight of the iron to
- We Will Not Stay Brokenby Brianna HarpelAugust 7, 1860 Fire reflected off the black window. It was two hours before midnight and five children sat near the hearth, cookies in hand but with only a few bites taken. To the right of them, seated in a rocking chair, was their maid. An African woman in her late thirties who, until a few moments ago, had captivated them with stories. The room adjoining had fallen deathly silent, disconcerting from the previous moaning and screaming they’d heard. In response, they too had ceased their chatter. The eldest, a boy about sixteen, stood and inched toward the door. The
- The First Starwalkerby Katie Jo JayneFollow your heart to see where it leads, Grandma always said. But he never imagined it would lead him here. Sleep evaded him, and his wakeful, restless heart led him out to stand on the tallest backyard hill: the sledding hill of all sledding hills in the winter, the hill that made the best skateboarding and bike ramp in the summer. He stood with his arms at his sides, staring into the expanse of night, his vigilant eyes beholding the tiny pinpricks of light that shone all the brighter in his dreams. Many memories had been made on that hill, but perhaps
- Bad Newsby Caleb FastAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
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- Passion Ignitedby Brianna HarpelScreech. The cell door was yanked open causing Faye’s heart to jump. Orange light flooded the room; her eyes watered and smarted but her weak arms couldn’t rise to rub the burn. She averted her gaze to a dim corner as tears warmed her cheeks. Her heart rushed blood through her ears causing them to ring. Shackles clunked to the ground as the lead chain was unlocked. Rusted cuffs pressed into her wrists as a man jerked her out of the cell. She shuffled irregularly down the dim corridor, dragging her feet while allowing the weight of the iron to
- We Will Not Stay Brokenby Brianna HarpelAugust 7, 1860 Fire reflected off the black window. It was two hours before midnight and five children sat near the hearth, cookies in hand but with only a few bites taken. To the right of them, seated in a rocking chair, was their maid. An African woman in her late thirties who, until a few moments ago, had captivated them with stories. The room adjoining had fallen deathly silent, disconcerting from the previous moaning and screaming they’d heard. In response, they too had ceased their chatter. The eldest, a boy about sixteen, stood and inched toward the door. The
- The First Starwalkerby Katie Jo JayneFollow your heart to see where it leads, Grandma always said. But he never imagined it would lead him here. Sleep evaded him, and his wakeful, restless heart led him out to stand on the tallest backyard hill: the sledding hill of all sledding hills in the winter, the hill that made the best skateboarding and bike ramp in the summer. He stood with his arms at his sides, staring into the expanse of night, his vigilant eyes beholding the tiny pinpricks of light that shone all the brighter in his dreams. Many memories had been made on that hill, but perhaps
- Bad Newsby Caleb FastAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀