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“Dad, I don’t want to grow up.” James Wilson was startled by the silvery voice. He stopped reading the newspaper and looked carefully at his 9-year-old daughter, who was standing in front of him. “Why are you saying this, Natty, dear?” he asked, patting her on the shoulder. “I’m scared of the future… What if it’s going to be absolutely horrible? I won’t have time to play all day long. I want to be a child forever…” the girl answered as a tear rolled down her cheek. Mr. Wilson sighed, pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. “My darling, you don’t have to worry about this now, you can still enjoy your childhood. And trust me, you’ll have a beautiful life… A bright future!” he said, gently stroking Natalie’s hair. “How can you be so sure?” came the brittle whisper. “I just know… And one day I will prove it to you.” Natalie Wilson’s father was a brilliant inventor with a successful life. The girl would always help him with the inventions and be the first one to test them. M

(story awarded 1st prize in the Creative Writing Competition, Mad Hatter , organised by the Neuroteen Online Magazine) “How long till teatime?” An unusual group of four friends sat at an unusually large table, chatting about unusual topics and laughing at unusual jokes. What an unusual time it was! “Oh, Cheshire, you mutt… It’s always teatime here, you know that!” the dormouse, also known as Mallymkun, said, slowly shaking her head. “Of course I know, I’m just teasing you. And I also know that I’m a cat, not a mutt!” Chess continued, showing off his large toothy smile. “Mutt as incompetent, not as an animal, you stupid dog!” Mallymkun shouted, losing her temper. Chess opened his mouth to protest once again, but he was immediately attacked by a flying spoon. “Aye, and you’re always late, you wee puss!” the March Hare, or for short, Thackery, joined the discussion. He was an expert in throwing things around him uncontrollably, while he was trying to prepare the perfect peanut bu