Short Story written by: Ana Quintero
A girl was playing in her garden when she heard a voice saying:
– Your mum is going to call you for lunch.
And just at that moment her mother called her for lunch:
– Lucy, it´s lunchtime! Go and wash your hands.
– I told you…
Short Story written by: Maribel Aviles
There was a pack of wolves made up of lots of old and young wolves. The youngest was called Wolfy and he was the naughtiest wolf in the pack.
Wolfy was always annoying his brothers and sisters especially at lunchtime because he couldn´t stay still and always ended up eating all their food.
Short Story for Children written by: Alma Gonzales Peña.
Caroline was a very happy girl and she used to help other people to be happy. One day she met a boy who was very sad, and she wanted to help him:
– “Whats wrong? Are you ok?”
-“No”- replied the child.
Short Story written by: Sergio, 8 years old.
Once upon a time there was a very nice woman who used to help people find a job. One day a poor man called Anthony went to talk to her and to ask for help.
Short Story written by: Sthefy
A long time ago in a faraway forest, lived a monster. All the animals were scared of it and always ran away from him.
The monster always looked angry, and those who had seen his face said that his eyes reflected the evil that was in his heart.
One day, a beautiful hummingbird, drinking in a big lake, saw lots of animals running to the North of the forest. The beautiful bird asked one of the animals why, and the animal said: “If you want to stay alive, run! Continue reading…
Every day, John went out to the garden to cut the grass and water the plants.
John really liked to take care of his garden and also to clean his statues of elves and smurfs.
So, in order to cut the grass, he would first go to an outhouse full of wood, where he kept his tools. one day, when he turned on the light he realised that the ceramic statue of the blue smurf was not in the same place, but he didn’t take much notice and took the lawnmower and went out to his garden. Continue reading…
Short Story writen by: Alba
Once upon a time there was a girl called Karla, she was very shy. One day her father King Marcus ordered her to clean and prepare the guest bedrooms for visitors that were coming from the city.
Karla´s mother was a strict and always ordered Karla to do lots of things such as washing the dishes, tidying up the room and taking out the trash. Continue reading…
Once upon a time there was a little stork called Lily who lived in a bell tower in a small town in Spain.
The town had lots of storks, and was known as the town with the most storks in the world.
Lily had lots of friends and often played with them, but what she most liked to do was to take care of her town. Every half an hour, Lily would fly around and watch everything that was going on. Continue reading…
Hannah was a turtle who lived in “Imagination forest”. One day she had a dream that felt real, so she decided to make it real when she woke up.
When her day began, she dressed up as a stone and went to the road that goes to “Calmed lake” and stayed there waiting. Only three people passed by that morning: “Daydream” the squirrel, “Lively” the butterfly and “Explorer” the deer.
“Daydream” was lost in thought and didn’t even notice that Hannah was there. “Lively” jumped over the flowers and dodged Hannah, and “Explorer” just smelled her and then left. Continue reading…
Many years ago when I was a little girl, there were lots of shepherds with their flocks of sheep. It was very strange not to find one in each village, for being a shepherd was a very normal job in those times. These days, very few children have seen a flock of sheep, except in stories and photos.
The little sheep in my village lived in an enclosure where they had a basin of water on one side for when they were thirsty, and straw on the other side for when they were hungry. Inside the enclosure was a shed that the sheep used as a shelter on days when it was rainy and cold.
The shepherd looked after them very well. It was he who gave them the straw to eat and water to drink. He also milked them and went out into the fields with them all.
What I remember most about this time was the noise of the little sheep coming back from grazing in the fields, for Nino the shepherd would put a bell on them and you would hear a tinkling “ding ding ding” sound as they trotted by, and all the children would run behind them laughing and jumping around.
The flock of sheep always passed in front of my house, and I have to admit that I was a little scared when I saw the shepherd go with them, for Nino also had a couple of goats and they frightened me a great deal – for these goats had horns. Continue reading…
