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Children Stories

Kids love to hear Short Stories and grow up listening to them mostly from their grandparents, which helps in their mental development as well. These charming and beautifully illustrated Short Children Stories are passing from generations to generations. This section of Short Kids stories is a free reading program specially designed for children who love reading and want to be star by writing their own short Kids stories.





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 …

 

The Most Beautiful Smile I ever Saw

3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5    4.33/5
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April 18th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Children , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral  |  Author: Arun  |  1113 views

A bright Sunday morning of the millennium year in the city of dreams-Bombay. I woke up to the first photograph I ever took-of my then eight year old sister’s. For some reason, I liked it more than any other, much to my sister’s disagreement. I never liked working early morning, one of the perks my profession allowed, that of a photographer. But today, I have to keep the promise I made to my dear friend- to do a photo shoot for her NGO. It was not a rosy picture. The …

 

A Christmas Carol

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February 23rd 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children  |  Author: Albert  |  1025 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 Book Shop

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December 10th 2012  |  6  |  Category: Children , Fairy tales  |  Author:  |  3776 views

There is a street that cannot be accessed by those who wish to go there, with the general (though not guaranteed) exception of the employees of the shops on the road. The street is long and winding and made up of cobbled rocks. Irregular wonky shaped things with more angles than brims, the cobble is the specific shade of rusty safety pins, and the stones are ground at the edges to fit together into a smooth path. There is a clock in the center of the street. Its ticks are …

 

My Father and Me

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November 6th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Children , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , True Stories  |  Author: Carlos Salinas  |  684 views

I remember being five years old and walking through the forest by our house with my dad. It was filled with adventure and seemed to go on forever. It was always an adventure! I always felt safe because I knew my dad was there if I faced any real danger. “Why is grass green, dad?” I remember asking. “Because it has something called chlorophyll. It helps plants make their own food.” “Like we make sandwiches?” “Ha-ha, similar in a way,” he rubbed my head. I came across a dead bird …

 

Revival

2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5    2.50/5
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September 24th 2012  |  4  |  Category: Children , Fairy tales , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: Amani  |  944 views

When Chaos invaded the land to impose its sovereignty, Silence was sitting motionless and speechless. Cowardice run away searching for a safe place where it can hide itself. Weakness could not even rear its head. Laziness did not make any move, just put itself to sleep not caring about the surroundings. Ignorance did not understand what was happening. Selfishness showed no interest in any one , but itself . Passivity put itself aside showing no response, no positive act. Hatred was so happy to see the land destroyed. Distinction started …

 

A Little Girl, and Her Grandpa’s Horse…Sugar.

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August 21st 2012  |  8  |  Category: Adventure , Children , Comedy , Inspirational , True Stories  |  Author:  |  4050 views

This is a story about one little girl’s love for horses. Country for me is just a part of life, like the sun rising and setting; my days rise and set in the country life. From the time I was a young girl riding a spring horse and nearly touching his nose to the floor in my grandfathers farm house, I knew, I was going to ride horses all my life. To this day I can walk into an old barn, take in the smell of horses, hay and horse …

 

A Preview of What’s Coming

4 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 5    3.25/5
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July 5th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Children , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical , Tragedy  |  Author: Junaid  |  527 views

“I hear a kid in the background. Is the TV on?” my colleague Anu asked me during a conference call while we waited for the client to join in. It was late evening and I was dialing in from home. “That’s my three year old son” I told her. “Apologies for the racket he is creating” I said while I gestured at my babysitter to take my son into a different room. I had set up my home-office in the hall and I could not move if I wanted to …