Romans & histoires Short Stories For Kids

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

"But uncle, we want to hear more stories!" "Yeah, uncle. Please tell us more!" "Come on, uncle Sho! Tell us more!" "Tell us more! Tell us more! Tell us more!" The kids shouted eagerly like they were on a protest against an evil government. "Seriously, kids. No more. Okay? Just go home now. All of you." The storyteller yawned and packed his things. "I'm tired. I'm going home, too." Instead of leaving, the kids gathered in a circle as if they were discussing something. He suddenly heard clinking of coins that made him stop from what he's doing. His sight landed on the coin bag that a little girl was holding.

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”

She asked politely and I chuckled softly. "Are you a kid? Adults would want to be sent to bed after a goodnight sex!" I joked. "I just missed dad a lot and I want to hear one of the old stories he used to read for me." She replied and I understood her point after all, I've been in her shoes for the most of my life. "What stories do you like?" I asked softly. "Fairy tales would do." She replied. Since I didn't have any of such books at home, I brought out my phone and searched the internet for them. I let her select her choice before reading it to her.

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

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Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

She spoke softly walking towards them as they sat on the large bed. " We're not. She doesn't want to tell us a bedtime story." Emma grumbled. " Come on." " We don't want to hear about Rapunzel or sleeping beauty. We want your story." Emma cried and the twins nodded in agreement. " Alright fine. Gather around." She pulled the kids closer to herself and covered them with the duvet as she started her story. " The story I'm about to tell you is called the Unicow. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Sophia." She began.

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said

After approaching the old man, the hostess whispered, "Dad, have you decided which story is the most memorable?" With teary eyes, Mister Hunt nodded. "Yes. I like Cayden’s story the most. That's the most fun," the old man replied in his characteristic hoarse voice. Hearing his name mentioned, the toddler's eyes sparkled. "Does it mean I win?" he asked hopefully. "Yes," grandfather nodded, trying to ignore the sadness in his mind. “You win, Little Kid. Your story is the best." In an instant, Cayden's laughter returned to warm the night. Looking up, he reported to his parents, “Mommy, Daddy … I win!”