Stories written in simple language for children.
Story 3: The Boy Who Carried Too Many Apples High in the mountains of Peru, where clouds floated close to the ground and houses rested like quiet thoughts, lived a boy named Mateo. Mateo liked helping. Sometimes, he liked it a little too much. One afternoon, Mateo’s mother sent him to the market with a…
Story 4: What the Village Asked at Dawn Kayal woke before the village did. Not because of noise.Because of silence. The kind that feels intentional. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The air was cooler than Coimbatore mornings. Softer. It smelled of earth and something faintly sweet—flowers, maybe, or rice cooked slowly….
Story 3: The Village That Didn’t Ask Who They Were The village did not react the way they expected. That was the first thing Kayal noticed. No one stared.No one whispered.No one looked alarmed. People walked past them carrying baskets, water pots, bundles of firewood. Children ran barefoot along the path, laughing, stopping only briefly…
Story 2: The Bus That Didn’t Ask Where They Were Going The bus did not start with a jerk. That was the first strange thing. It moved smoothly, almost politely, as if it had done this many times before and saw no reason to make a scene about it. The door closed with a soft,…
Story 3: The Drum That Spoke Softly This story comes from a sunlit village near the savanna in Kenya, where evenings gathered people together and stories traveled faster than the wind. In that village lived a girl named Amani. She loved listening more than speaking. While other children raced and shouted, Amani noticed quiet things—the…
The Bowl That Was Mended This story comes from a quiet mountain village in Japan, where mornings arrived softly and people believed that even small actions carried meaning. In that village lived a boy named Hiro. Hiro was gentle and thoughtful, but he had one habit—when something broke, he quickly wanted to replace it. One…
Story 1: The Shade That Waited Long ago, in a small village in India, there stood an old banyan tree near a dusty walking path. Its roots hung like ropes, and its shade stretched wide enough for anyone who needed rest. Every afternoon, children passed by the tree on their way home from school. Most…
Story 5 – Ollie, Pip, and Grandpa’s “Very Important” List The morning in Willow Patch began with a very serious announcement. “I have a list,” Grandpa Hedgehog said. Pip stopped chewing his toast. “A list?” “A very important list,” Grandpa repeated, tapping a small piece of paper on the table. Ollie looked up from his…
Pip, Pebble, and the Blanket That Wouldn’t Choose The evening breeze in Willow Patch felt just right—not too warm, not too cool. That was good. Because it was blanket time. Pip dragged the big blue blanket across the floor. “Mine,” he declared, spreading it out proudly. Pebble followed behind him, holding the corner. “Ours,” she…
Story 2 – The Bench Near the Banyan Tree The bench had been there longer than most people remembered. It stood under a wide banyan tree near the edge of the park. The paint had faded, and one leg was slightly shorter than the others, but the bench never moved. People came and went. The…
