Short Story written by: Sara Recio
Luka was a star who hadn´t been able to shine since she was born.
She used to cry every night when her three friends shone and she did not.
There was a mummy elephant living with her little baby called Pumba in the African Savannah.
Lots of animals lived there, giraffes, lions, rhinoceroses, monkeys, all kinds of animals, and plants, trees and lakes. It was a beautiful place.
Short story written by: Ruderico Diaz (Venezuela)
From a beautiful flower, yellow like the sun, was born a beautiful green fruit named mango.
He was growing on a tree and his colour was slowly changing.
Short Story written by: Maria Gracia Urdaneta y Elianny Maria Villalobos
There was a beautiful princess who one day met a boy in her village. The problem was that the boy’s reputation was a bad one, and the King, father of the princess, didn´t like him at all.
But the princess didn´t believe the rumors about the boy and started dating him behind the backs of the people and of her father.
Short Story written by: Valeria Neme (Argentina)
I woke up one morning and my dream was gone.
I called out to my mum shouting, who came very quickly, and I told her about my adventures in my dream, that I had seen a rainbow and that I flew a kite with my friends.
Short Story written by: Ana Barchukderodriguez
A dragonfly is hanging around a lagoon, when it suddenly sees a frog crying on the bank.
– “What´s wrong?” – asks the dragonfly – “Why are you crying?”
Short Story written by: Pia Zuñiga
There was a cicada who had a cold, and was at home unable to move.
Her friend the bear went to visit her and gave her special herbs to help her recover soon.
Short Story written by: Pia Francisca Zuñiga
There was a bird and a horse who were very good friends until one day they had an argument:
– “I am luckier than you because I´m free and you have an owner” – said the bird.
The horse didn´t like that at all and replied:
Short Story written by: Paco Lara (Argentina)
Once upon a time there were three men crossing a field after escaping from prison, On their way across they met a guy with a guitar who joined them.
They had no money and were very hungry and wanted to earn some money. So, with the guitar, they went to a radio station.
There was a girl called Rose who loved to sleep with her parents.
Her parents used to tuck her up in bed every night, but she always went to their bed in the middle of the night: “Can I sleep with you?” – she would ask.
