Short Story written by: Carmen Ferre
There was a little girl called Amelie who liked puppets, chocolate and dogs.
She was a happy and a playful girl who loved her family and was very close to her granny Mary.
Johnny was a curious six year old boy who was so curious that he had to ask about every single thought he had to his parents and every thing he saw or heard.
If a bird flew by, he asked why. If a frog croaked, he asked his parents why. Actually, he asked questions the whole day.
Short Story written by: Gisselle
“It´s lunch time!
It´s time to eat”,
says the teacher.
Martha has bread with jam,
Lily has soup,
Anna, bread with cheese
and Charlie, chicken and chips.
Brenda´s life was too easy, she had everything she wanted as she came from a wealthy and influential family. Well, here is Brenda´s story, the non-conformist girl.
Brenda was 8 years old and her parents were two important business people who were never at home and so used to surprise Brenda every week with lots of presents to compensate for their absence.
“Sleep baby, sleep right now, otherwise, the boogeyman will come and eat you…”
This was the song that Peter´s mum used to sing him every night at bedtime. Poor Peter was always thinking “How can I sleep with a boogeyman around?”. But he always ended up falling asleep.
One day, when his mother left the room, Peter heard a noise inside the wardrobe, and of course he thought it was the boogeyman. Peter didn’t sleep at all that night. He called out to his parents a few times and was very scared.
Short Story written by: Esperanza
“Enjoy my show and laugh!” – that´s how Clowny, the happy clown, used to begin his performance.
Every year children and adults from everywhere went to see him act, every kid but Alice who wasn´t happy there because she was scared of clowns.
Short Story written by: Liliana Velàsquez
Matthew and Nicholas loved to go to the mountains for holidays. Their parents had a big house in a little village in the middle of the fields, surrounded by green meadows.
They were always playing with their ball in the fields near the house.
One of their neighbours was an old woman who took great care over her flowers and the kids parents had advised them not to play near her garden.
Short Story written by: Jose Antonio Zayas Salazar
My school is very old, the walls of the playground have holes in them where the roots of big, old trees drive into them, These huge trees could be hundreds of years old.
School children still play there every afternoon and I still remember what happened one day a long time ago, when I was there.
Jamie loved to play tennis with his dad every weekend, They had done so since Jamie was small, and it was their favourite hobby.
They used to play on a small tennis court with tall walls to prevent loosing balls, but Jamie was always complaining about how close the walls were.
Short Story written by: Nuria Fernandez G.
Mario was a five year old boy, who was always jumping, running, and, of course, playing.
But he was a bit disorganised, always leaving his toys and clothes all over the house.
