Silly Stories Fill In The Blanks Novels & Stories

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

I said calmly. His lips finally broke out in a grin. “Of course, Sira. I’m going to tell you a story, and you will forget all about your pain in no time.” I cocked my head to the side, in a bit to humour him. He took the bait like I knew he would, and launched into a story about two wolves. I was only half listening to it, but still the sound of Cancil’s voice slowly put me at ease. I smiled when he did, and even tried to laugh, though it sounded weird even to my ears. I figured that if I actually laughed, I would simply burst into tears. So, I stuck the fake smiles and tried my best to look invested in what he was saying.

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

Just as they did before, Tyr and Winifred slept on opposite ends, as Blair slept in the middle. “Daddy, can you tell Blair a story?” “Alright.” Tyr smiled. “Do you want to listen to the story about Grandma Bear?” “Daddy, what’s Grandma Bear?” “It’s a kind of old witch who eats children’s fingers!” Blair immediately hid under the covers.

Alfi asked. "Hey, it”s a part of the story. It”s called filler, a short story that doesn’t relate to the main story. Then why did I put it? It”s because I had no idea what to write, so to avoid the reader”s bad review for me slacking off, I decided to put Kiki”s story to attract them." I explained "But why his story? I would agree if it were Herman”s or Kartika”s. Anyway, it”s a comedy fantasy story, right? We just don”t need such an inferior story!" Alfi exclaimed.

The laughter echoed against the canyon walls, creating a joyous symphony that blended with the natural melody of the wilderness. "And what did you find?" Evelyn asked, eager for more. Sandro smiled, savoring the nostalgia. "As fate would have it, we stumbled upon an old beehive. Chaos ensued, of course. We were running around, swatting at imaginary bees, and ended up falling into a mud puddle." The girls erupted into laughter again, picturing the chaotic scene of two young adventurers facing an unexpected swarm of bees. Sandro's animated storytelling brought the memories to life, making the distant past feel remarkably present.

Once she collects herself as best as she can she speaks once more. "they were supposed to be stories," she states, her eyebrows drawing together. She seemed to be in shock. "Silas said some villages had simply disappeared overnight. He said the Kings were hiding something, that things at night were taking people, drinking blood," she battled, sobbing, "that children were missing and someone was hiding the dead-" she froze for a moment, "they were stories! Silas always tells stories!" she huffed, hugging herself as she cradled too and for, "he's good at stories. Very good."

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

“I like it here better. Jack makes grilled cheese with smiley faces.” Mommy laughed. “That he does.” Jack pretended to puff out his chest. “Gourmet smiley cheese sandwiches. Only the best for royalty.” Lila giggled. She liked when Jack was silly. That night, after her bath, Lila curled up in bed with her koala and her blanket. Mommy came in to read a story, like always. But before she opened the book, Lila whispered, “Mommy?” “Yes?” “Can I tell you a secret?”

Enjoy! 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!