Novel & Cerita Short Stories For Kids

Their wide eyes looked up at her expectantly. “You want a story?” she asked. “Yes, Mommy!” they chorused, their faces lit up excitedly. Thalia smiled, tucking the blanket tighter around them. “Alright.” She cleared her throat. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a brave little girl and her twin brother. They were as close as two stars in the sky, always shining together. One day, their kingdom was threatened by a dark storm that scared everyone away. The thunder roared, (roarrrrrr), and the people hid in their homes.”

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

But then I looked back at Bridge. “What stories?” I asked. “The ones about you and the guys.” She said. “The princess and her three prince.” Kel who had heard her, now got involved in the conversation. “Wait. You’ve heard this too?” I asked him. “Of course. We all did growing up. It’s an old wives tale. Just a bedtime story for kids…. But it also happens to be true .. at least parts of it.” He told me. “Well what is it?” I asked.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

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.

After a few moments, his brown eyes sparkled, indicating he already has a story in mind and was grinning wide. "I want to hear a new story, mama. Do you have a new stowies other than kings, magical crechor or pwinsesses? Like a real, real stowies?" His six-year-old self, speaking adorably making his mother smiled. She started to make a humming sound, looking up and thinking of a story that would be interesting enough for a boy his age. "Well, there is one that I've heard from your grandmother as a child. About a wolf and a witch. Would you like to hear them?"

“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.

Suzanne scratched her hair. If I tell Dad that Andrew wants me to train this early, I'll be the one to get a scolding for being lazy. She thought. "Well?" Her dad demanded impatiently. Suzanne closed her eyes and chuckled nervously. "Actually, um.... a spider...ran across my leg... and I felt… frightened," she finished lamely. Her dad threw her a skeptical look. It was obvious he didn't believe her but thankfully as his study was far from Suzanne's room he couldn't have made out the words she said.

] Now, let me tell you a story. • Once upon a time , there was a little girl named Daisy. She was smart and bubbly and full of life. When it came to expressing her feelings and thoughts, she lacked a little; because she cared too much about what others would feel and maybe they would get a wrong impression of her. Though she was just 10, she was very thoughtful and considerate. So, whenever she had anything to say to her friends or family, which was hard to get off her chest, she use to write letters. The letters used to be the specific people and she would let go of her through her words. She felt safe, relaxed and far from the fear of being misunderstood. The letters were her comfort zone

After eating, she allowed them to play video games before she sent them upstairs to their room. “Once upon a time, in a land where stars were made of candy and clouds tasted like cotton candy,” Tasha started reading to the boys later. “There lived a little firefly named Flicker. Flicker loved to play hide-and-seek with the moon, but he was always the first to be found. His light was so bright, it lit up the entire night sky!