Stories from the Barn
Settle in, little ones. Adventure lives between the pages of every story waiting below.
Stories
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The Lantern That Remembered Everything
The Lantern That Remembered Everything The lantern had sat on the same shelf for longer than anyone could say. It was brass, dented in one corner, and the glass was the colour of old honey. It belonged to no one and everyone, the way things do when they have been in a family long enough.…
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The Cloud Keeper’s Daughter
The Cloud Keeper’s Daughter Every morning before the village woke up, Isla’s father climbed the sky. He went by ladder — a very tall one, made of light and old rope — and he spent his days tending the clouds. Shaping them. Fluffing the ones gone flat. Trimming the edges of storm clouds so they…
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The Boy Who Spoke to Rivers
The Boy Who Spoke to Rivers Everyone in the village thought Soren was a little strange. Not unkindly — just honestly. He spent too much time by the river and not enough time at the dinner table. “What do you do down there?” his sister asked. “I listen,” Soren said. She looked at him the…
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The Bear Who Forgot How to Sleep
The Bear Who Forgot How to Sleep It happened on the first cold night of winter, when every other creature in the forest was tucking itself away. Bramwell the bear made his bed of leaves and pine needles, just as he had every year since he was a cub. He turned around three times. He…
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The Girl Who Collected Thunderstorms
The Girl Who Collected Thunderstorms Nia kept her collection in a row of glass jars on the windowsill, each one sealed with a cork and labelled in her own careful handwriting. There was First Frost of November, which glittered faintly silver. There was The Smell Before Rain, which smelled exactly as promised. There was Midsummer…
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The Fox Who Borrowed the Stars
The Fox Who Borrowed the Stars High on a hill at the very edge of the world, where the grass grew soft as velvet and the wind smelled of pine and sleep, there lived a small fox named Fenwick. Fenwick was clever and quick and full of ideas. But his very best idea — the…
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The Midnight Library of Unfinished Dreams
Cleo and the Library of Unfinished Dreams Cleo could not sleep. Her moonlight night-light glowed softly on the wall, and her clock went tick-tock, tick-tock, but her eyes stayed wide open. She tried counting sheep. She tried counting sleepy llamas. She even tried counting her socks. Nothing worked. Then, by her bedroom door, something flickered.…
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Bramble and the Bee Who Kept the Secrets of the Garden
Bramble and the Secret Garden Memories Bramble was a small, soft hedgehog with bright, curious eyes and a nose that loved to wiggle. She lived at the edge of a big, leafy garden, where the flowers nodded and buzzed all summer long. One golden afternoon, when the sun felt like a warm blanket, Bramble followed…
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The Boy Who Painted the Moon
The Night Jasper Painted the Moon Jasper loved to paint more than anything in the world. He painted after breakfast, with crumbs still on the table. He painted after school, with his backpack half-open on the floor. He even painted in his dreams, where colors danced like fireflies. But Jasper had a worry as big…
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The Blanket Fort at the End of the Stars
Wren and the Cloudy Star Button One rainy afternoon, when the sky was the color of a sleepy pigeon, Wren listened to the patter of raindrops on her window. Tap-tap-tap, they went, like tiny fingers asking to play. Her dreamy bedroom glowed soft and golden, and her blankets were piled high like little hills of…
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