Short Story written by: Josefa Peña Cuevas
There are lots of kids in the world who like dancing, singing, riding bikes, writing short stories and painting. They also like playing, running, eating sweets and chocolates and getting their faces covered with sugar and chocolate.
Many boys and girls enjoy doing all these things. But I was never attracted to dancing, singing or painting until I met my friend Constance. She always enjoys everything she does.
Short Story written by: Gloria Serrano
There was a very nice girl called Gloria who was very sad because everybody in her class had a dream and she didn´t.
One day she went to sit in the shade of a tree in front of a beautiful lake, to think and think about what her dream could be. But she couldn´t think of one.
Short Story written by: Analuna Ramirez
Once upon a time there was a girl called Carole who had a pair of red shoes.
They were very special shoes. She could fly and travel anywhere in the world with them. Everybody looked at her, because nobody had shoes like hers.
She was so nice and pretty and had many suitors, but she did not like any of them because they were all too vain and she wanted somebody who was kind and generous.
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.
Short Stories written by: Ruderico Diaz Romero (Venezuela)
A group of kids were playing at the playground when one of them found a little cricket with big green eyes singing beside a flower.
One kid really liked the song and started to sing with him and the other kids soon joined in.
There was a group of miners who were all friends and had no work. They needed to earn money to feed their families, but didn´t know how to.
John, was one of them and he had an idea:
Once upon a time there was a very intelligent boy called Lewis. Lewis had always wondered why there were always two politicians on TV arguing. So he asked his parents: “Mum, dad, why do those men go on TV and argue?”
To which his parents answered: “Lewis, they’re politicians. Their job is to make the people of our country happier.”
Lewis was not satisfied with this answer, and said: “But it doesn’t make sense – how can they be working for us when you can see them arguing like that. That’s not working for us at all!”
His parents replied: “At the end of the day, a person who is truly working for us will have a clean conscience… he’ll be able to sleep at night. Go to sleep, Lewis, darling, and don’t think about the politicians anymore. All you need to do is work hard at school and not worry about them.”
THE END
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There was once a little boy of 6 years old called Lewis. One day, as he was looking out of the car window on his way to school, he discovered that a large mass of grey smoke was forming just above his dad’s car.
Somewhat alarmed, Lewis looked at the other cars on the road to find out if they too had a cloud of grey smoke chasing them. To Lewis’ surprise, all the cars travelling on the motorway had the grey smoke hovering around them.
So Lewis asked his father: “Dad, what’s that grey smoke above our cars?” Lewis’ father was a little surprised by the question, but answered: “Well, Lewis, it’s called pollution.”
“Pollution? What’s pollution?” asked Lewis, waiting intrigued for his father’s answer.
“Well, for example, it’s that grey smoke you can see above our cars. Cars that run on petrol or diesel give off gasses into the atmosphere, which are very bad for all living beings and the planet too. Today you can see a lot of the grey smoke because it hasn’t rained for a long time,” answered his father.
Lewis spent a while pondering on this, and began to put two and two together. If the grey smoke was bad, and it was all because of cars, then why were there so many cars on the road?
“Dad,” said Lewis slowly, “If the grey smoke is pollution and is bad for us, why are we going to school in a car?”
“So I can get to work on time, son. The bus or metro would make us late,” answered his father. Continue reading…
Once upon a time, there was a thirteen-year-old boy who loved to eat hamburgers and chips in fast-food restaurants. Every week, Joe and his friend Daniel would meet up to go to the local McDonalds, and order a Big Mac with fries and a fizzy drink.
Joe liked hamburgers so much that during the week he couldn’t stop thinking about the burger he would be eating the following weekend. One night, he even dreamed about a burger because he’d been thinking about it so much…
In Joe’s dream there appeared a freshly made burger with grated cheese, which said to him: “Eat burgers, they’re delicious!!” So Joe took the two enormous hamburgers that had appeared in his dream, and gobbled them down in one mouthful. But suddenly he began to feel sick, for he had eaten too much too quickly and his tummy was hurting. Just before waking up, Joe looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he had developed a belly as big as Santa Claus’, so he shouted: “Noooooo!!”
Well, this woke Joe up with a start and he ran to the bathroom mirror to check his tummy. Phew! It had all been a dream.
The next day, like every Sunday, Joe and Daniel met up by the park to go for a burger, but today something unexpected was about to happen. Continue reading…
There was once a hotel that was very popular with tourists, but it was no ordinary hotel; at least, that’s what some of the previous guests said. Matthew had gone to spend a few days at the hotel with his parents, for they were going to visit the Ordesa National Park in southern Spain, for it was one of the prettiest parks in the whole wide world.
When Matthew’s family arrived at the hotel, which had been an old stone monastery, they were very surprised and amazed at how big it was.
Matthew had a room to himself, which made him very happy, for he thought this meant he could sleep till late without anyone disturbing him. But that night as he was sleeping peacefully, a noise in the middle of the night woke him up. The young boy got such a fright that he couldn’t help screaming.
He jumped out of bed and switched on the light to see who had made the noise, but there was no one there. But just as Matthew was about to get back in bed, he found a piece of old cloth on the ground next to the chimney. He picked it up for a closer look and began looking around the room to see if he could find another clue.
After a while when he still hadn’t found anything, Matthew went back to bed. For a few minutes, his eyes wouldn’t close – he tried and tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t. His eyes were big as saucers and he had pulled up the bed sheets right up to his head in fear, for there were creaks and groans coming from everywhere.
Finally, just as he was about to fall back asleep, he heard another noise – just like before. In a flash Matthew turned on the light to see where it came from. Then he caught sight of a figure in a nightdress made from the same cloth he had found a little while before. He dashed out of his hotel room and into his parents’, and leapt into their bed.
“Mum, dad, there’s someone in my room! She went up the chimney!” Matthew cried, trembling in fear. Continue reading…
