The Unicorn's Horn by Matt Zurbo   Freya was hounded, bullied, always on the run. “Leave me alone!” she would shout! “I hate your idea of fun!” Then, backed into a corner, in the bush, against a tree, something caught Freya’s eye, so she pried it free. “A unicorn horn!” Freya gasped. marvelling this thing … Continue reading Day 256: The Unicorn’s Horn

The Eleventh Gift by Matt Zurbo   Gabby was a giver. She loved giving presents, for no reason at all. Here are the ten best presents she ever gave. Gabby drew a picture of her best friend Sally, with a mermaid, in the low tide sand. Then, when the tide came in and the waves … Continue reading Day 255: The Eleventh Gift

If My Head Had No Top by Matt Zurbo   Imagine if my head had no top, ideas would flow out into the air, before catching in trees, seeping into other people’s thoughts, gathering in bus stops. And sounds and weather and the sky would flood in.   What if my fingers had no tips? … Continue reading Day 254: If My Head Had No Top

Storm In a Cup by Matt Zurbo A storm is brewing in my cup. (Kid, looking startled into his mug. Storm can be seen brewing through windows behind him.) My cup with hot chocolate, of course. (Cup, with small storm cloud, and burst of light around it.) The storm started small, now, look out! (Kid, … Continue reading Day 253: Storm In a Cup