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Bedtime Stories

Online Bedtime stories are primarily meant to promote peaceful sleep and rest. The characteristics of Short Bedtime stories are soothing, calming, easy to read, short enough and essentially have a happy ending. For kids it can be a fairy tale and for adults it can be a pleasing love, inspirational, adventure or Funny. Have the bedtime stories with a cool ending.


The day I lived her life !

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July 14th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Horror , Moral , Other  |  Author: Surabhi.Chatterjee  |  568 views

Suddenly Ajit woke up and it was dark, really dark. He was floating in some kind of a liquid anchored to something. “M I dreaming?” he thought. But then he could hear voices faint voices then becoming loud, louder. It was his Mom shouting at his wife – Anita. “She would have again done something, that bitch either she gets rid of that girl in her stomach or this time i will definitely divorce her. But, where M i why cant I move?” and then he saw his hands they …

 

Ashamed tears of forgiven nudity

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June 12th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Drama , Fiction , Moral , Satire  |  Author:  |  2417 views

Dedicated to womanhood… Entrance made to the sin city with game planned motives to squeeze out the maximum information from the needy girls and women within the caged den of prostitution was eventually an easy task in the impoverished land of Philippines initially. Being a reporter from the Western world TV channel, my priorities were to highlight the lifestyle of womanhood under the grave identity crisis there. Mingled among the shameless striptease artists, my prime goal never diverted the mind with secrecies maintained within them and me beyond the nightclub …

 

Wee Man From Green Isle

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March 19th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Fiction  |  Author: geedda  |  1031 views

Wee Man From Green Isle Leprechauns, the wee folks, are thought to be a legend, a myth, and until two days ago, I would have agreed. It was a blustery, cold day in March on the eastern shore of the Atlantic, on the coast of Maine where I maintain a summer home; March through September. I was washing the windows of my modest home. As I stood atop the six-foot step ladder, I could see Munson Cove below the cliff on which my home was built. The gulls were soaring …

 

The Bush

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August 17th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children , Fairy tales , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: DavidYoung  |  1204 views

There was once a forest heavy with red oaks so magnificent that they touched the clouds… One day a traveler of sorts came to walk through and as he did he tripped over one of the roots along the forest floor… As he fell, his bag came loose and a very special jar of his flew out and smashed upon the ground… In it were seeds that he had collected through his many travels… He spent hours searching for the seeds that had scattered and by the time he decided …

 

Munch’s Birthday Wish

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May 29th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children , Fairy tales  |  Author: literatilatte  |  966 views

Once upon a Munch Time, there was a cow called Munch. Munch was the beloved friend of a little girl called Emily. Emily loved Munch very much and wherever Emily went, Munch went with her. They lived at Twinkle Cottage in a little country village called Mooville. One Spring afternoon Emily and her family took Munch out for a picnic to celebrate her third birthday. Munch loved her food, especially jelly sandwiches. Emily’s mummy made Munch some yummy strawberry jelly sandwiches and also baked her a chocolate birthday cake. They …

 

CAMP SEEK

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May 26th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children , Fairy tales  |  Author: bella  |  480 views

CAMPSEEK The bus driver growled at them to pipe down, as the bus hit a bump. Causing them to bounce off their seats. Daisy Penguin stared out the window thinking about what her mother. Told her before she got on the bus “Now whatever you do try to your very best” “I wonder what she meant by that? Daisy wondered to herself “Hey check it out!” Puppy cried out “I just saw a wild cat run by us! “Huh? Are you sure? I didn’t see anything” Daisy answered her. As …

 

A Christmas Carol

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February 23rd 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children  |  Author: Albert  |  1039 views

Two days after Christmas, Samantha posed a grave question. “Where’s Santa?” she asked. “And how come he didn’t show up?” Mr. Turner peered over his lens, and laid down the Daily Sun newspaper with a plaintive grimace. He leaned back in his chair and molded his hand into a steeple, two index fingers casually touching the underside of his chin like a girder. He brushed his scruffy chin—rubbing across coarse unkempt quills—as if it were a marble floor. He smelled of Hugo and Butterfinger, like always. “Well… he must’ve missed …

 

The tree, the eyed leaves and the baby

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February 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Fiction  |  Author: Shalabh  |  1140 views

Sanchita and Divya were following me for a long time. I was walking down a small village road, beside which was a blue watered river. The water had a soothing effect on me. I increased my pace, so did they. I noticed a small house on my port side. The house looked pretty. It was painted bright red, and pink curtains were clearly visible hanging from the windows. I stopped there to have a look at it. The door opened and Radhika came out. She was wearing the same blue …