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2360+ 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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Anniversary Gifts

Submitted to Contest #7

Anniversary GiftsI had was $1.87. That was all I managed to save from my allowance. The rest went towards buying baseball cards. Baseball wasn't just my hobby. It was my food. It was my air. It was my innards. It was my savior. I had all the greats: Hank Aaron, Willie Mays, Yogi Berra. And of course, Mickey Mantle.And it was lucky, because I didn't have much else. I mean, I wa...

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The Chase

Shortlisted for Contest #7 ⭐️

Bummer!I could hear dogs in the distance. They were louder than they had been a few minutes ago. My breath came in thick gasps, pain stitching my side as I fought for air.I hadn’t run this far in years.As I ducked under a low branch the lower edge painfully scraped the top of my head. ‘Who am I kidding?’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ve never ran this far.’ I topped out the hill and slowed my pace to a walk, giving one last glance behind me before I started down the other side. I could still hear the dogs, but couldn’t see them...

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The Door

Kh Sahi Alam

Submitted to Contest #7

"I have stepped up around fifty steps, struggled hard to reach you, fell around twenty times, and succeeded never ," I complained to that big, wooden, yellow door. Yes, I do it every single day, whenever mom is outside. She never lets me come here, on the 6th floor. That beautiful girl lives here, behind this door, I know. I think she lives here. My hands never get me reached the doorbell . I don't know why but I never knocked at that door, I will someday though. Today I have brought a big piece of chocolate cake for her, that one piece...

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Different Rules

Submitted to Contest #7

On a hot, sticky August afternoon in 1946, the heat from the sidewalk burned through my sandals as I walked the long blocks to my piano lesson. My satchel, loaded with practice books, sheet music and a one dollar fifty cent lesson fee, thumped against my bare leg. Sweat covered my skinny, nine-year-old body. Each week I dragged myself the ten blocks from our home in Highland Park to Oak Street, where I played scales and learned simplified classical music pieces from Miss Ruth Graves. I didn’t look forward to these lessons, and today I w...

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I AM AN AMAZING CHILD

Geny Heywood

Submitted to Contest #7

I AM AN AMAZING CHILD”========================== A children's book written exclusively for grown-ups ora grown-ups' book written exclusively for children....you decide! ========== by grandma geny heywood The story I am about to tell you should be challenging for you to discuss with your friends and your family. It is about how you might like to talk about death to children. I write about this view because I experienced the subject matter when I was a very young child and sort of understood, or I should say, I accepted, the fact that some li...

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Together

Nia Chase

Submitted to Contest #7

Ellie waited with the nurse for Lander and Nick to come home with her brother or sister. Ellie chose that than niece or nephew because it made her seem old. An Aunt? She's too young to be an aunt. Lander did tell her age doesn't matter about that but she was going to stick by what she thinks.Besides, being a big sister is an important job than being an aunt. Lander only smiled at her when she told him that. Nick chuckled and ruffled her hair. But now, she was nervous. A baby will be very noisy and Lander told her how babies need a lot of att...

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Marcus Quercus

Submitted to Contest #7

My name is Marcus, and I’m mad. I’m sitting in the Principal’s office, and it’s my Mom’s fault. George and Arnie are bullies. They didn’t get in trouble for pulling my shirt out of my pants on the bus and calling me “stinky pinky.” They always do that when I wear this shirt. I hate this shirt. Mom says it’s peach. It’s not. It’s pink. I’m tired of George making fun of me. So today I had some acorns from my tree in my pocket, and when we were ge...

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HH-SGF-CM

Christina Steele

Submitted to Contest #5

Tabitha slid one finger and opened an eye to see through her hands, covering her eyes. Mom sat in front of her assuring her that Dad did not turn into a monster.“Yes, he did,” Tabitha argued. “When I went to bed on Christmas Eve, he was fine. But this morning Dad is missing, and a monster is trying to look like him. Except the monster has bumps, and red eyes, and yells, and tried to swallow me whole.”“Tabitha, he did not try to swallow you whole. You were running through the house, and your dad picked you up, lifted you above his head and ov...

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