Short Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

He crawled over without complaint and leaned heavily against me, resting his head on my thigh. His little hand clutched the edge of my shirt as he looked up at me with those familiar stormy gray eyes. “Tell me a story, Mama,” he whispered, voice already softening with tiredness. “A new one.” I stroked his hair, my heart swelling and breaking at the same time. “Okay, my brave boy. Once upon a time, there was a little explorer named Leo who discovered a magical garden hidden behind an old stone wall…” I told him the story slowly, describing glowing flowers that sang when touched, trees that grew candy fruits, and gentle butterflies that granted wishes.

Before I could stand, Lily tugged gently at the sleeve of my cardigan. "Can we have a story?" Sarah smiled apologetically. "It's getting late, sweetheart." "Just a little one," Lily pleaded, her lower lip pushing forward in a way that had always defeated every ounce of discipline I possessed. I laughed quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, the children shifted closer, drawn toward me with the unconscious certainty that mothers were safe places. "Alright," I whispered. "One little story." I began telling them about four tiny stars who believed they weren't bright enough to belong in the night sky. They searched for light everywhere except inside themselves until they discover

Her narration was so vivid, so detailed, that one would think she was reading from a book when in fact, she wasn’t holding anything at all. “You’re amazing, Miss Sandra! You know so many stories! Can you tell us Snow White next?” one child exclaimed in admiration. “Jack and the Beanstalk!” another chimed in eagerly. “Miss Sandra, Alice in Wonderland, please!” came yet another excited request. “Wait! Wait, one at a time,” Sandra said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all those stories.” “Do you have a secret library of children’s books stored in your head or something?” a familiar voice teased from behind.

~~~ '5998--' '5999--' '6000!' Ethan delivered the last blow on the practicing marionette. Every single one of them had been broken and destroyed. His dad applauded from where he sat. 'Bravo! Nice going son!' Ethan smiled. 'It will take weeks to have all these fixed up,' one of his dad's workers grumbled. Kevin scoffed from the door way. 'That's hardly anything! When I was your age, I had taken down 7000 marionette blindfolded--'

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"

Some hours later:- Trisha closed the bedtime story book. She looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly beside her. It was their daily routine. Rain likes to hear stories before sleeping. Before, he didn't have to do that because back in their apartment, Rain preferred Zee instead of Trisha to read the story for him. "His mom doesn't know how to read the story in a cool way," he explained. Trisha pecked her son's brow, admiring his sleeping form.

I sat next to him and saw the children sitting on the floor. I waved at them and smiled and they did the same. A few minutes later, they begged James to tell the story again. It's good that I'm not the one being asked, gosh, I'm going to run out of saliva again. "Oh, I'm going to tell a story so listen carefully okay. The title of this story is Bamboo and the turtle."

"I think all places have horror stories for kids, guys." Naoki chuckled. "Why don't we exchange them to pass the time?" "Sure," Jai smirked. He ransacked his brain to remember every single fairy tales he got from his previous life. The Grimms, the Andersens, and else he got from his Japanese friend. A big smile came to his face as he had decided on what to share. "I got some masterpieces to tell." "We can only squeeze in one story for each of us, Jai. Don't take my turn," Darrion protested, crossing his hands on his chest and lifting himself off the ground. The blonde floatee about a feet off the ground and stayed like that.