Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

I tried my best to click the heart button on my readers’ comments on my recent post. And ever since Pauline came to my life, I started writing a book about being a single mother which became a physical book after I finished writing it. My readers are thinking that my book about being a single mother is inspired of one of my readers, little did they know that it is inspired on my own experience being a single mother. And I know that my book about being a mother has a big impact on my readers especially those who are a single mother. They were commenting about their own experience which made me agree to them because I’ve also experienced those.

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.

Playing games with your life is very risky. You might even end up dead. Not much of the Supernatural and Paranormal here today, but quite a bit of terror and fear. And lack of common sense... This is your host and storyteller, The Diwata, about to share a story that happened to one of our own readers online. We hope you learn a lot from his story because Enjoy... ++++++++++ I want to tell the story of what happened in our school when I was in second grade. I guess this is that one of those events that I will never ever forget.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Later that same night, students gathered around the campfire that was on the beach, listening to their teachers tell them stories about their childhood. Some were funny and others were gross - like the story of how they met their loved ones. Out of the five teachers, there were only four who gave their stories, excluding one which was Miss Hera. "Miss Hera, you haven't said anything yet. What about your love story or don't you have one?" Josh brought her out from the dark.

Thompson continued, "And as for Madison, she has a remarkable gift for storytelling. During our creative writing lessons, her imagination shines through. Her stories are captivating and filled with vivid details. We believe she has a true gift for writing." My heart swelled with pride and amazement. I had always believed my children were special, but hearing it from their teachers validated my belief. Mrs. Thompson chuckled softly. "It seems you have two little prodigies on your hands, Susan ica. Mason and Madison's talents are truly exceptional, and we are thrilled to have them in our school."

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

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.

Hera cupped her cheeks as Ms. Reyes, their Creative Fiction teacher, drowned them with the ingredients for a perfect story. They’ve been discussing it for days but, aside from feeling bored and stupid, she learned nothing. She understood a pinch of what she was saying, though; however, more than that was just wishful thinking.