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Looking for a steady supply of kids short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

2390+ Kids Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Whether you plan to read them aloud or just indulge your own childlike imagination, look no further! The most magical tales live in this collection of free short stories for kids.

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First Steps in Snow

Submitted to Contest #23

      It was our first time traveling to Angel Fire, New Mexico for a winter vacation. Well, it was our first time traveling for a winter vacation, ever. My parents decided to try something new, and instead of giving presents, they wanted to give an experience. I think they read about that on some “yummy-mummy” blog, and figured skiing would be an experience that even they could enjoy.            My sister and I were six and four, respectfully, and had been ...

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Wonder

Submitted to Contest #23

“Hey sweetie, wake up. Come and look outside.” Kate gently tried to wake 5-year-old Ariana who was sleeping cocooned in a fluffy blanket.She stirred after a pause, muttering incoherently. A slimy track of drool had made its way from the corner of her mouth to her chin. Katie tutted, took a couple of tissue paper from the nightstand and wiped it off. Ariana’s eyelashes fluttered.“I know you are awake, young lady.” Katie said in a stern voice, “enough with the theatrics.”Ariana giggled and sat up, brushing aside her hair. “Mom, what’s theeatri...

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Walking in My Winter

Submitted to Contest #23

I'm finding it hard to admit these days, and I know everyone says to do so with grace, but I still feel nineteen in my head. I am old. I am in my own winter of life. It terrifies me and torments me, but I am in my winter. I watched parents and grandparents and celebrities around me grow old and wither away in their wheelchairs and their oatmeal dinners, but just as you don't realise the tide coming in on a beach, it is suddenly upon me now - it's my turn for the overboiled broccoli and the assisted living. My turn for the 'senior moments' an...

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Alaskan Winter

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Submitted to Contest #23

When I was younger, in my teens, growing up in Florida I would spend my winters ( if you could call them that) running around outside in gym shorts and hoodies. The only places I had ever seen snow was on the television. Seeing snow, watching and feeling it actually fall from the sky was at the top of my bucket list. However, if you would have told me my first encounter with the frozen rain would be courtesy of the U.S. Army making my first station a base 5,000 miles away from home in Alaska I would have taken that dream balled it up, s...

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The First Winter

Submitted to Contest #23

Jabari had always been a courageous kid. When his mother was alive, she used to tell him that he was the only baby in the village not to cry when the fierce storms whipped at the huts and the thunder shook the earth with a mighty rumble. Jabari meant 'the brave one' in the Bankonjo dialect. But Jabari wasn't feeling brave at all. He was scared and lonely. The Bankonjo village belonged to a fading dream, and Jabari had woken up in another world. The alien fields and woods that lay before his dark eyes were desolate and colourless. The plains ...

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A Father's First Snow

Submitted to Contest #23

It was a cold January night. Well, of course it was cold, it was snowing. It would be surprising if it were snowing and it weren't cold. I stood on my porch with my beautiful wife in my arm. She was wearing her fuzzy purple robe she loved. We were watching our two kids, Jolei and Summit. Yes, we're that white couple who gives "original" names to our kids. Jolei and Summit were experiencing their first winter snow. My wife and I were hoping that it would have snowed before Christmas, but this was good, too. We're just glad it snowed. ...

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A Royal Execution

Submitted to Contest #23

It’s almost time for my midday break when my sister runs up to me, almost tripping in her oversized robe. Adelphie has to catch her breath, but whether it’s because of her excitement or the running I can’t tell. “Have you heard the news?” “What news?” A brown and white pigeon alights on her shoulder, carrying a scroll. “The prince is dead!” “The… wait, what?” “The prince is dead!” “Really? When? How do you know?” I reach towards the bird and Adelphie instinctively shrinks away, which hurts. Twenty years and she still doesn’t trust that I can...

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A Michigan Winter

Submitted to Contest #23

Sizzle, crackle, pop! The fire keeps me toasty warm. I get up from my cocoon of blankets in front of the fire place and run to the window. Still no snow. I had heard songs about winter and seen movies but it never snowed in Florida. I am spending Christmas with my Gramma in Michigan while my parents are on a trip. They are on something called a cruise and I’ve never been on one of those so I wanted to go with them a first but then they told me that Gramma gets snow in Michigan! I’ve been here for a week and so far its been really super cold...

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April Snow Showers in Wild and Wonderful West Virginia

Submitted to Contest #23

Close your eyes and think of the Christmas season. I bet your seeing snow, pine trees, twinkling lights and giggling children sitting on Santa Claus’ lap. Now, with your eyes still closed imagine these words worked into your thoughts of the Christmas season. Imagine the Christmas season being hot, dry, with sand instead of snow and enough sun to bring a sunburn just as fast in December as it will in July. Doesn’t sound like Christmas on television, or that most people are familiar with does it? That’s because it’s my Christmas experience and...

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Chihuahua Fur

Submitted to Contest #23

We’re in a car on a highway and I don’t know where we’re going. What I do know is as we drive there are less trees with big leaves and coconuts and more trees with no leaves. I never knew there were trees without leaves. But, maybe all these trees are dead. We’re in a car and going in mostly one direction. There are big signs in the middle above us and I don’t care about those. What I do care about are the different shade of gray (everything is gray) signs on the right side of the highway. If I see one...

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Birthday

Shortlisted for Contest #23 ⭐️

“He should have eyes. Here.”“What’re those?” “Rocks.”“I can’t give him rocks for eyes.”“Sure you can.”“I won’t. Wait here.” I will. Wait here, that is. I think all I’ve ever done is wait—not that I’ve been at it long. I wasn’t, and then I was. And then I waited, and finally you came. You and your sister, tumbling and slipping and stumbling, working very hard to roll and shape and stack me. You’ve given me a good, sturdy body, just so. And long straight arms—though they don’t seem to do much—and a scarf around my...

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Visit from a Winter Stranger

Submitted to Contest #23

I haven’t quite been acclimatized yet. I’m in a large farmhouse in Connecticut, just an hour from New York City. I’m renting this farmhouse mansion for less than most people would pay for a closet-sized space in Brooklyn, but it is for good reason. The federal judge who owns it travels and is never at home, and when I graduated from Fordham and got accepted to NYU, my professor recommended me as a house-sitter. The job definitely has its perks. Picture a sun-dappled road and a post and rail fence that jogs through a ...

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Footsteps in the snow

Submitted to Contest #23

It's cold, I'm shivering, but I don't know why. I can't understand it, sometimes it's warm, and sometimes it's cold; but today is very cold. My blanky isn't enough, no matter how much I snuggle up, I'm still cold. I feel my eyes sting as they become damp with tears, my bottom lip quiver and I can't contain it anymore. I cry, crying means comfort, crying means mum. It doesn't take her too long to find me; a moment later I find myself being picked up and held against her nice warm body. I sigh contentedly. When she hugs me, I don't just feel w...

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Marjorie's Penny

Submitted to Contest #23

                                          Marjorie’s Penny                                          By, Hannah Rose. Marjorie’s penny In ...

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Anna and Johan

Submitted to Contest #23

The door opened suddenly and there he was.''Hi, I'm Johan. It's great to meet you!'' he said with a big bright smile.She looked at him in disbelief. Enthusiasm was not something she was used to seeing at work. Everyone was always in a bad mood or looking bored, always complaining about something. There were no gleams of excitement in anyone's eyes apart from thetimes when they'd get a tip. The bigger the tip, the brighter the gleam.Yet there it was, the bright gleam with no apparent reason for it. ''I'm Anna, welcome to the team!'' she said,...

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