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I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

Brianna’s little hands grasp ours like we're a family. “Alright, Bri,” I start, holding the book out in front of us. “What story are we reading tonight?” “The princess and the frog!” she declares, eyes sparkling. Kevin groans dramatically. “You always read that!” I smirk, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “How dare you complain about such a masterpiece?” As I read, I exaggerate voices, making Kevin act as a cute frog, Brianna squeals in delight, clutching her blanket tighter when I narrate the part where Tiana becomes a frog too.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

"Joe, lie down and get some rest. I'll read you a story, okay?" "What story?" "A normal one, about love," She then asked, "do you think that it's boring?" "Not really," He replied, "but these days we have audio books, right? You don't have to read them out aloud." "It's alright, I have nothing else to do anyway." "Alright then." Josiah slowly closed his eyes. The story was about a love story between a rich man and a kindergarten teacher. Josiah did not find the story particularly interesting but he was allured by Meredith's soft and gentle voice.

" Alexa yawns. (Cooyright:The short story isn't mine. Copied it from a bedstories website. Please rate and comment.love yal.ADIOS.)

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

“You’re the best big sister.” Lila beamed. Later—after baths, after dinner (spaghetti, Noah’s favorite, sauce everywhere)—they sat on the deck for story time. Lila chose The Little Mermaid—again. Alexander read—voices perfect, dramatic pauses. Noah listened—wide-eyed, thumb in mouth. When the book ended, Lila looked up at Alexander. “Daddy… tell real story?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Real story?” “About before me. When you meet Mama.”

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

She had accepted that she wouldn't have children or a family of her own. Her deep thoughts were interrupted when a child approached her with storybooks. The child handed her the books and smiled. "Can you read us a story, Luna?" the child asked politely. Her smile broadened, and she took the storybook. As soon as she opened the first page, she laughed when all the children gathered around her, sitting on the bermuda grass. Abby sat on her lap. "Okay, pups, I'll read you a story. But after the story, I'll ask you questions about what happened in the story, okay?" she asked, and they responded in unison, "Yes, Luna!!" She began reading, and the story wasn't too long, so they didn't take an hour. After she finished reading, she started asking questions about the story. "Who rules the kingdom of werewolves?" she asked first. All the children raised their hands. She was about to choose who would answer, but they all answered, making her laugh. "Alpha Diego!" "Very good! Okay, next question. Who is his beloved wife?"

“I won’t get another chance, at least not for a while.” “Be my guest,” Barbara answered watching as the kids saw their former storyteller. They all cheered and rushed to her, hugging her and talking at once, forgetting the library rules of no talking. Sandra smiled happily to them as she led them to the carpet in the corner and took up her seat. She accepted the book one of the children handed her, a book they had been reading in class. Sandra smiled and turned to page ninety of Huckleberry Finn and began reading. Creighton arrived a short time later, followed by Papa and Nana. He immediately recognized his wife’s lilting tone and smiled as he watched her reading to the children. She looked relaxed and comfortable, her storytelling voice rising and falling to represent the different characters of the book.

I sighed "I have a story to tell you." "You’re always telling me the same story." He whispered a bit audible "Not this time I won’t, it’s very interesting, I’m sure you will love it," I said while grabbing the storybook kept on the table. "This looks interesting." I opened to the first page "Once upon a time, there lived three children, Kyle, Lucas, and Charles. They are best friends, they always spend time together until…." "It’s boring." "Okay, I will narrate another story." I grabbed the other storybook and began narrating it

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

I write little stories just for them. The characters look suspiciously like my children. It makes them giggle—even if they don’t understand it all yet. I sit on the nursery rug, both babies in my lap or at my side, and I read aloud while Kael tries to chew the pages and Lyra claps every time I do a funny voice. Sometimes, when I’m deep in the middle of one of my silly tales, I sense him behind me. Ferris.

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn. Ariana listened to me intently, her eyes wide with wonder, and I could see her imagination taking flight. "What happens next, Mommy?" she asked, clearly captivated by the story. I smiled warmly and continued narrating the story, weaving in details about the princess. As I described the princess's journey, I could see the spark of imagination in Ariana's eyes, and once I finished, she beamed at me, exclaiming, "That was the best story ever!"

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.