Mo’s Story

There was once a very powerful man, who employed a great number of people. He wasn’t very nice, but there weren’t many other options for the people that worked for him. They were all immigrants, and they had very little voice in the community, so they only grumbled under their breath about the unfair working […]

A Boy Named Chris

I can’t really claim to have written this story. As far as I know, it’s true, it was told to me a long time ago. There was once a young boy named Chris. Life was hard for him and his family. They were refugees, and were forced to live in a strange country because of […]


There once was a scrap of fabric. It lay in a bin of other scraps in a small quilting shop owned by a kind old man. All of the other scraps were different from each other, some were striped, some had polkadots, some were silk or satin and shone in the light. Others had silver […]