Looking for something Halloweenish, with zombies, pirates, robots, ghosts, death, and other adventures for a middle-grader?
Tales Told Under the Covers:
Zombie Girl Invasion & Other Stories
by De Kenyon
Ten tales of death, invasions from other realms, bullies, babysitters, liars, and the brave kids who fight back. Zombie girls who have to hide, lest they get eaten by bigger zombies. Food that bites back. Wizards who are scared of their own power. Murdered (and murderous) pets. Secret superpowers. And that last, great voyage into the unknown.
Stories to be whispered under the covers, by flashlight.
Stories to be read by firelight to the robots who come out of the woods.
Stories to be told when the witches are ready to eat you but want to hear just one more story before they shove you in the oven.
Creepy Stories. Fantastical Stories. Weird Stories.
A hand reached from behind Cat, delivering a sushi roll on its tiny wooden table.
“Ewww!” her friend Marilyn squealed. Other kids laughed or made faces.
Cat rolled her eyes. “Just try it. It’s really good.”
Marilyn shook her head; she’d never eaten sushi before. But Cat was no scaredy-cat. She’d eaten sushi plenty of times.
But this wasn’t what she’d ordered. She’s ordered crab and masago, orange eggs so tiny that they crunched when she ate them—her favorite. Instead, the waiter had brought her a roll in the shape of a doll, with two seaweed-covered legs, strips of sesame seeds and masago on its belly, and avocado arms. The doll scowled at her, tiny pieces of seaweed snipped into a face on top of a piece of tuna.
Maybe that’s what the sushi restaurant made for everybody on their birthdays. She didn’t know.
The sushi-doll’s hands, made out of tiny green leaves, seemed to move, but it must have been the wind or something.
The waiter reached over and stuck a candle in a pile of green wasabi and lit it, and the kids and parents around her started to sing Happy Birthday—
Suddenly, the sushi-doll sat up, and everyone screamed, including Cat. The sushi’s head turned back and forth, still scowling at everyone, and its little mouth opened into an O.
“You murderers!” it squeaked. It pushed itself off the wood, bending one knee underneath it, then slowly, wobbly, getting to its feet. “Sushi killers!”