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There was a time when storybooks were the only means of entertainment for children. A decade or two ago, kids spent their time reading stories and role playing their favourite characters from the stories. However, times have changed now – in the age of the internet, kids spend most of their time playing games on smartphones or watching cartoons or videos on YouTube.

But if you want your kids to take a break from screens and experience your childhood, you can read short stories to them. By narrating stories to your kids, you will impart wisdom to them and also spend much-needed quality time with them. We have a collection of some popular short stories with moral values that you can read to your kids.

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Also Read: Short Stories of Mahabharata for Kids with Moral Lessons

Video: Short Moral Stories for Kids – Part 1

Fun and Entertaining Short Moral Stories for Your Children

If you want to imbibe good habits in your kids from early on and watch them grow up to become good individuals, read moral stories to them. Here are 20 children's stories with moral values that you can read to your kids!

1. The Lion and the Mouse

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A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.

One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.

Moral of the Story

A small act of kindness can go a long way.

Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids

2. Count Wisely

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One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.

The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"

Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.

Moral of the Story

Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.

Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children

3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.

The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.

Moral of the Story

It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.

4. The Fox and the Stork

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One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.

The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.

Moral of the Story

A selfish act backfires sooner or later!

Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids

5. The Golden Touch

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Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.

The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.

Moral of the Story

Greed will always lead to downfall.

6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail

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Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.

She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!

Moral of the Story

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

7. When Adversity Knocks

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This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.

Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"

Moral of the Story

We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.

8. The Proud Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.

One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.

Moral of the Story

Never judge someone by the way they look.

Also Read: Bible Stories for Children

9. The Tale of the Pencil

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A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.

His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Moral of the Story

We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.

10. The Crystal Ball

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Nasir, a small boy, found a crystal ball behind the banyan tree of his garden. The tree told him that it would grant him a wish. He was very happy and he thought hard, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything he wanted. So, he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited until he could decide on his wish.

Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and riches and lots of gold, but could not make more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything they wanted. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would go back to how it was once – before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers once again became happy and content.

Moral of the Story

Money and wealth do not always bring happiness.

11. A Bundle of Sticks

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Once upon a time, three neighbours living in a village were having trouble with their crops. Each of the neighbours had one field, but the crops on their fields were infested with pests and were wilting. Every day, they would come up with different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow in his field, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail.

One day, the village head came by and called the three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break it. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks, and again, asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, "Together, you are stronger and work better than you do it alone." The farmers understood what the village head was saying. They pooled in their resources and got rid of the pests from their fields.

Moral of the Story

There is strength in unity.

These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

1. The Lion and the Mouse
 
A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.
 
One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.
Moral of the Story
A small act of kindness can go a long way.
 
 
 
Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids
2. Count Wisely
 
One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.
 
 
The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"
 
Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.
 
 
 
 
Moral of the Story
Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.
Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children
 
 
 
 
3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf
 
In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.
The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.
 
 
 
Moral of the Story
It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.
 
4. The Fox and the Stork
 
One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.
 
The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.
Moral of the Story
A selfish act backfires sooner or later!
 
 
Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids
5. The Golden Touch
 
Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.
 
The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.
 
Moral of the Story
Greed will always lead to downfall.
 
6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail
 
Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.
She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!
 
 
Moral of the Story
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.
Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids
 
7. When Adversity Knocks
 
This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.
Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"
 
Moral of the Story
We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.
8. The Proud Rose
 
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.
 
 
One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.
Moral of the Story
Never judge someone by the way they look.
 
Also Read: Bible Stories for Children
 
9. The Tale of the Pencil
 
A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.
 
His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Note: From this volume, I would use personal pronouns as it would be easier to convey what I want.
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We had shifted our house and here it feels boring, there are no kids in this cross, that we know and it is very boring spending the last few days of your summer vacation fighting with your sibling. Ameya is turning more stubborn and unruly and mom is least concerned about this. She has a smart mouth, not smart, over smart mouth. And I hate people who are over smart, can't help she is my sister.
If you ask me about my relationship with dad it had never been this worse, he keeps on barking and I am least bothered about it, but it hurts a lot, I have been crying every day before sleep, I have nightmares. I dreamed about me being killed by my dad.
I felt him holding my neck and drowning me underwater, I felt breathless, helpless, I wasn't able to wake up from the dream, I was sweating. My dad became a reason for my sleepless nights.
The next day he asked me what I had dreamt about and why I was crying? I lied, I told my dad that I didn't remember anything.
I thought that would hurt my dad, was it worth it? Me being concerned about what he will feel when he doesn't think twice before spatting hurtful words?
Yesterday he called me a bastard, if I was a bastard what was he? A bastards' dad? I wanted to say that out loud but I didn't dare to.
More than desperation what filled my heart was fear, I was feared by my dad who was one of the reasons I was here.
Everybody says I look like my dad, I wanted to deny that, I never wanted to become like him, neither by looks nor by attitude.
If this was told to me when I was ten, I would be happy that I look like my dad. I was my daddy's princess back then now I am my daddy's bastard.
How ironic is it?
Now that I look back I was blinded, he never was the dad that I thought that he was. I could hear him abusing my mom mentally when I was three. I didn't notice that because it was an everyday happening, now when it was directed to me that is why I can notice it.
Why did dad like boys more than girls? Do boys have horns? Or an extra tail? What was so special about being a guy?
Now that she thought about it, boys were luckier than girls. They are not judged by the clothes they wear, they can safely go out at nights, they didn't have to leave their parents after marriage, they didn't have to do house chores.
How she wished she was a guy, believe it or not, I have never gone to any of my friend's house except for Athena's and Adwaith's. Because they shared the same language and were neighbours for almost four years her parents allowed her to go to their house only on Sunday's that too if her dad agrees.
Girls always had a lack of freedom compared to boys.
This new house is smaller compared to our previous one, this belongs to a very far away relative of ours. It's very difficult to define the relationship between the house owner and us. It's complicated.
We don't have a home of our own if you ask me why? Dad is not interested, he thinks there will be a day when money flows into our house, which is not happening soon. Mom has been pestering dad on this but he just shoos her away.
I was least concerned about this I just needed a roof to live whether it's my own or not. Maybe I had inherited this from dad.
As the school was about to open my dad pushed me into studies, the same branded books which we received last year. Can't they at least change the style of the textbooks, the maths text was as thick as my thighs, how am I going to pass this year?
I opened my English literature text the only subject I was interested in. From last year subjects were divided for us.
Science became - Biology, Chemistry and Physics.
Maths became - Arithmetic, Geometry and Algebra.
Social was - Geography, History and Civics.
This is the reason why Indians thought studying in ICSE school was great. Here kids are tortured from a young age. At the age of 11, we had 13 subjects to learn namely, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Hindi, Kannada, English Language, English Literature, Geography, History and Civics, Arithmetic, Algebra, Geometry, subjects like Computers, Gk, yoga and Moral science existed but for namesake, nobody in the school even studies those subjects.
I loved English literature, when I read stories and poems, I imagine the scenes simultaneously. I had written a story when I was ten, 'Goddess of the Moon', was its name. I had taken the story written sheets to my native only to lose it there, after that I never continued it. I had started writing songs when I was seven, my first written song was named 'Lollipop', the song was a conversation between a little girl and a lollipop, it was more like a poem. I had been greatly inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson, we had to learn his poems from our textbook.
His poems were for kids and made my imagination broad, you can rarely see kids interested in books these days but I was an exception. Reading books brought me joy and I have never read stories apart from the ones from my textbook.
Even though I had asked my parents to buy me some they never did, I didn't understand what their problem was. 
Was it because they didn't want to see me happy?

Ever wondered what an author's life will be? Ever wondered what is restricting her from achieving what she wants?
Ever wondered why she started writing?
This is a real-life story, the story of my life.
The story of a fifteen-year-old.
The story of Chaitzzz.

"Twitter, twitter"
I wake to the twittering of birds and the warmth of a patch of sunlight falling on my face. With a yawn, I stretch and habitually roll over to wake up further. Instead of rolling across my full sized bed, my body unceremoniously makes intimate contact with the floor with a resounding thump. I scrunch up my face against the fuzzy carpet before slowly sitting up. Bilking, I discover the reason for my face plant. I slept on the couch. Why did I sleep on the couch?
Then, the flood gates open and the memories of the previous evening fill my mind. I pinch the bridge of my nose and burry my head in the fluffy cushion. Well now you've gone and done it Ram. You idiot. Why the hell did you get drunk and just blurt everything out like that? You idiot, idiot, idiot, idio-
"Awake?" I pause, then look up. I blink. It's Chen. However, he's in a nicely pressed suit and wearing a...space themed tie? Hmm?
"I cleaned everything up but um I left you on the couch because I couldn't really lift you..." His voice gets smaller and smaller with each word and he turns away, ears burning. "Anyway, are you feeling better?" I'm in no mood to appreciate his embarrassment, feeling more than enough of my own. 
"Uh yeah, thanks." There's silence. "You going somewhere?" I ask.  His face alights.
"Ah, yes. I'm speaking at an elementary and middle school."
"Speaking?"
"I'm a guest speaker, as a visiting novelist." He's smiling shyly, revealing a single dimple. 
"Oh, cool." I stretch with another yawn. Then I notice him fidgeting. 
"Is something up?"
"Um...do you have anything today?" 
"Today?" I think for a moment. "No."
"Would you like to come with me?"
"To the school?"
"Yes, to see my speech."
And that's how I find myself, here seated in an auditorium behind a bunch of little twerps. The adults in the audience are at the back behind the sea of little faces, picking their noses, scratching their heads, pulling pigtails,...etc. I've glanced up at the stage several times since I sat here however I haven't seen Chen, he disappeared after dropping me off. I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. Moral support? The chatter and nose picking continues until a bald, spectacled man comes to the front. Then, it slowly dies down thanks to a handful of hardworking little tykes shushing everyone else.
With my chin resting on my hand and eye drooping, I gaze up at the bald guy - I assume he's the principal - as he gathers everyone's attention and starts introducing the school's history of inviting a speaker. I feel my eyes droop and head sink lower and lower. Then, he starts to introduce Chen. 
"Mr. Wong is the author of three novels, one of which is a bestseller. He..." I keep my ears pricked, trying to listen attentively but most of it's stuff I already know. My head gives a twinge. Ah, hangover. Ugh. And it doesn't help that the guy's voice is as monotone as a foghorn. 
"Well, then let's give it up for Mr. Chen Wong!" The room bursts into applause and I fight back a smirk. Is this enthusiastic applause because of Chen's arrival or because the principal is finally done? However, my wandering mind quickly returns to earth as Chen steps onto the stage in the wake of the applause. He's here. 
"Thank you!" He smiles widely and there's a warmth in his gaze. He must like kids. "Thank you everyone! Well, how is everyone doing today?" A handful of students here and there respond with a vague, disjointed, and fairly disinterested "good". In response Chen cups his ear and asks "I couldn't hear you. Could you say it louder?" I hold back a smile. What is he, the Pirate in Sponge Bob? This time there's a little more attention however the response is still soft. So he cups his ear again.
"Louder!" 
"GOOD!!!" This time, it's a thunderous roar, echoing across the auditorium. 
"Well, great!" Chen claps his hands together.
"As you all just heard my name is Chen, Chen Wong and I've written three novels..." He briefly goes over the principal's introduction, adding a few things here and there.
"So, you all might be wondering who is this guy? He looks like a kid. How come he's supposed to be an author?" Chen chuckles. I find myself smiling along with him.
"Well, to answer these questions I need to start with a story, since I am a storyteller after all. Have all of you heard of the Ugly Duckling?"
"Yes!" The kids chorus.
"Well what happens in the Ugly Duckling? Can anyone tell me the story?" Several kids raise their hands. Chen selects a chubby girl with a ponytail.
"There was a duck and everyone didn't like him because he was ugly. But then he became a swan and everyone liked him!"
"Right!" Chen responds. "His parents all wanted him to be a duck, right? However, he was a swan so he couldn't be a duck no matter how hard he tried." He pauses.
"Now are you guys wondering why I told you that story? Well, here's why: when I was growing up, my parents wanted me to be an engineer. Does anyone know what an engineer does?"
A few kids raise their hands. He selects an Asian kid in glasses.
"They-they build and design buildings and other stuff."
Chen responds with a smile. "Close, they use math and science to fix things and solve problems. Doesn't that sound cool?"
Several students fervently nod.
"Well when I was younger I wasn't like you all. I found math and science really hard and I wasn't as interested in it. Instead, I loved to read. I was reading in the bedroom, living room, during meals in the kitchen, even in the bathroom." Several kids exclaim in surprise and mock disgust at this last location. I listen with rapt attention. This is the first time I've heard Chen really describe his past. 
"I read all kinds of books but I especially loved fiction, or stories I suppose. I loved fantasy like Harry Potter, mythology like Percy Jackson, dystopian like Divergent. I'm sure many of you guys have read those, if you have raise your hand!" A surprising number do. 
"I loved the stories, their plots, the characters' feelings and actions. But what I loved most about each of the stories was the characters' dreams, or search for identity you could say. Harry Potter started out unhappy as a neglected child only to discover he was actually a wizard in another world with many new friends and acquaintances who cared about him. Percy Jackson sheds the identity of a struggling teen with ADHD when he discovers that he's actually a demigod and finds a place to belong at Camp Half-Blood. Finally, Tris discovers that she doesn't have to belong to any one of the factions that dictate your personality, she can be two, three, all; she can be herself. Now then, who here has read my books?" About a third of the kids raise their hand.
"Who here has read my newest one, Siren's Song?" A fourth raise their hands.
"Like in the other novels I've mentioned, in Siren Song Bai discovers her true self through a magical piano that can transform into a guqin. Each one of these characters finds themselves stuck in a place where they're told to be a certain thing however, they're more, they're far more..." Chen's face is aglow with a fierce light I've never seen in him before. His large eyes are like miniature suns, impassioned and aflame. 
"...just like the ugly duckling and just like me." His gazes down for a minute before lifting it again, the flame is slightly smaller but no less intense.
"My parents wanted me to be an engineer, they wanted me to follow a certain path. However, I couldn't abandon my stories, my characters, and the dreams they had to fulfill. So I had to become an author..." He looks at the audience, his gaze illuminating a path through the now, captivated, kids. Wow. "I had to do it, there was no other choice. So I left home. I left everything behind to follow my dream, to do what I was meant to do. So my advice to you is find whatever you truly love, whatever you truly want to do or even want, and capture it, hold it as tight as you can."
My eyes trace his outline as he speaks. He's glowing, he's quite literally glowing. My gaze is glued to him and I can't look away. However some part of me can't help thinking Chen is following his dreams with a ferocity I can't even imagine...so what am I doing? My mind flickers to the conversation we had when we first met. 
"Eventually I just found myself naturally going into business. So I just decided to do that along with computer science. "Since," I chuckle, "as my parents continually remind me, it's where the money's at right?"
I close my eyes but the words keep ringing, mockingly. "Eventually I just found myself..." "So I just decided to do that..." "It's where the money's at right?" The voice taunts me, repeating that same line: "it's where the money's at right?" I forcefully pinch the bridge of my nose. Come on Ram. Get a grip. This is Chen's moment. Don't ruin it for him by distracting him or something. Focus. I forcefully clear my mind, open my eyes, and turn my gaze back to the stage.

Note: Volume 1 and 2 are two separate stories happening to different people in the same university. The characters intersect in one chapter. Then, volume 3 involves all three. 

Volume 1:
Twenty two year old Ram has got it all, he's intelligent, athletic, social, and he's just been hired by a well known consulting firm. Life would be perfect...if his grandmother weren't ill and if his mother didn't think she'd be miraculously cured by him getting an Indian girlfriend on the premise of marriage. Still, Ram trudges on...until he meets Chen. Whimsical, openly gay, and following his dreams of being a novelist, Chen is the complete opposite of Ram. Yet, he has nothing to do with Ram until a sudden accident brings them together.
Volume 2:
"I'll be your eyes." Ever since elementary school when the soft spoken brunette said that to him, looking very like the model of a super hero in a comic book, Jason hasn't been able to forget it. And as the seasons changed and everyone faced the inevitable phenomenon of "growing up" Jason kept his slowly failing eyes desperately trained on his hero, following him through high school and onto college. Now, a senior about to graduate, will Jason possibly be noticed by his hero? Or will his love life fail just like his eyes slowly turning blind...
Volume 3
Chen isn't crazy. At least he doesn't think he is. But he considers the characters he writes about real, very much so. He wants his boyfriend to understand this but it's harder than he expects until he and Ram join the literary club for their annual camping trip and...he, Ram, Jason, and Arev are sucked into the world of his books.

This is my story 
Now, who am I ?
I am Pulkit , a normal? boy who always thought god is bitch, who never thought about feelings and everything he/she  does is for its entertainment, obciously on high moral ground (according to stories)if he has any
But I don't think he has.

my life was as normal as any other life(just like yours), till like any other reinarnation cliche happened.
I did not meet any god, because in the world i was reincarting was special, or so i thought but life is not always as you think.
I was reincarnated or transmigrated in to a new born child. I dont know about my condition because there are no memories since it is a new born baby.
There are two women in the room, one in whose hand i am and another whom she is informing about my birth.
Dai (like a mother): Princess its a boy
??: Daima no one should know about his birth, we can't have him.(takes the child ) my child i can't have you i hope gangama (ganga river/godeess ganga ) will keep you save.
Daima bring me a tokri we will give him to gangama. 
WHEN HE WAS FLOATING ON RIVER WATER ON HIS TOKRI

MY POV:
I don;t know what is going to happen to me ,hopefully it will be good.

At the river bank there was a couple who was worshipping godess ganga (gangama) when they hear the cry of a child and after sometime looking they found a floating bucket (tokri) in which there was a child . after taking it they decided to take him with them.

Radha: swami (husband) should we adopt him as we have no kids as blessing of gangama.
Radha's Husband: of course dear, but after looking at this kid i think he is from a big clan. If they are searching from him the what should we do.
Radha: (while being nervous) I don't know but I don't think anyone would come so from now on he is my child and his name will be karn.

Pulkit is reborn as karna in mahabhartha (A Hindu Mythology).


This is my first novel as i always wanted to write a novel after reading so many novels at webnovels
And i hope you guys like it, comment it , and please give your opinion on how i can improve myself.

Meanwhile in Mr. Crispa's villa the five children were playing in a special park full of branches, leaves, seeds and all kinds of floral structures that encouraged them to use all their muscles. The time in this peculiar place was designed by the Krisyll to develop the body and elasticity of the children

"Young ones it is time for the morning snacks" Crispa said.

"Can't we play a little more?" Mushi asked.

"One more minute, just one more minute" added Shimu.

"We are about to save the world" said Theodor.

"You can continue playing after snack" the tutor answered them.

" I'm going, not happy about being bad " said Lutza, lowering from some branches and approaching Crispa.

"But without the villain, who do we fight with?" Shimu asked annoyed that Lutza did not want to continue playing.

"All against Lutza, Lutza not happy" replied the gorilla of one meter eighty.

"It is that you are the biggest and strongest, the four against you is the most balanced composition" this time Elizabeth answered appearing from among some bushes.

"Yes, it is only because you are the strongest" said Mushi.

This last comment pleased Lutza.

"Okay, let's go inside. The food is getting cold" urged Crispa.

The three little men looked at Elizabeth to confirm what they would do. Eli had earned the recognition of his brother and their friends as a role to follow as her decisions in general were the best ones.

"In any case, Lutza and already went to eat. Without an evil monster we have no one to fight with" the girl said when she saw that Lutza was already outside of the playground.

The other children thought about it and decided to go.

"No swords or weapons in the cabin" Crispa told them seen that they all were carrying branches as weapons.

The kids grimacing in disagreement, left what they had collected on the ground.

"This is my sword; no one is going to take it from me" Shimu said as he released his stick.

Mushi and Theodor thought about it for a moment, because moments before the three of them had fought over who was the owner of that branch, and both sighed when they noticed that they had nothing to say against it.

Inside Mr. Crispa's cabin was an eight seat round table where each child had a hot chocolate with marshmallows and a coconut cake. As Theodor sat down, he couldn't help noticing that the marshmallows, which had absorbed a bit of liquid, looked like his friends: Shimu and Mushi. He directed his gaze towards them and then he saw the marshmallows again. He repeated this several times as everyone started to eat and when he was wondering if his friends would taste like marshmallows too he was interrupted.

"Today I have a very interesting story for you, it's called 'The Goblin and the Dragon'" Crispa said placing a children's story book on the table.

"Why isn't it called 'The Dragon and the Goblin'? Dragons are stronger than Goblins, the dragon should be always first" Shimu asked with his mouth covered in crumps.

"It's not all about strength, maybe it's about intelligence" Mushi replied.

"Dragons are also smarter than goblins ¡Duh!" Shimu affirmed.

Mushi upon thinking about it did not find how to respond to his brother so he remained silent.

"If you let me read the story you will know" Crispa said.

"But ...

"¡Shhh!" Elizabeth silenced Shimu.

Listening to stories was Elizabeth's favorite part of the day.

"Lutza, you too have to pay attention" Crispa said surprising the gorilla who was already repeating her third serving.

"In the middle of a big forest there was a volcano, inside this volcano there was a cave, and inside this cave there was a huge dragon. The dragon was sleeping on its little paws, sheltered in its beautiful wings"

"A small Goblin met him by chance, when he saw the dragon he was very scared and in his eagerness to escape from the cave he did not pay attention to where he was walking and tripped over the dragon's tail.

"Hahaha he is going to be eaten" Shimu scoffed.

Crispa ignored him and continued "Upon being awakened from his nap the dragon seized the little Goblin in anger. Opening his mouth to eat him"

"I knew it" the little lepiota interrupted again.

"¡Excuse me! Implored the poor Goblin"

"Please let me go and I'm surely pay you back someday"

"The dragon found it amusing that a Goblin was able to help him. He was the lord of the forest; his power was such that everyone bowed before him. But the dragon was generous and as the little Goblin's comment amused him he let him go.

"what? He must have eaten it" Shimu said indignantly.

"¡Ouch!" he screamed second later. Elizabeth had hit him. Shimu had interrupted so much that she was super annoyed.

"If you interrupt again, I'll tell Lutza to hit you" Elizabeth threatened.

The naive gorilla fixed her gaze immediately on Shimu, who began to sweat remembering the past times where Lutza had hit him.

"Eli I will shut up; I will shut up"

Crispa sighed for a moment invoking patience and continued.

"A few days later, while walking through the forest thinking about what he was going to eat, the dragon was caught in a mercenary trap. The dragon tried to use his strength, but the trap tightened around his body each time he tried. Then he tried to use his magic, but the trap absorbed the magic"

"Seeing that he could not get rid of this trap he filled the forest with his roars. The little Goblin recognized the voice of the dragon and soon found him caught in the strange trap of the mercenaries"

"The Goblin observed that the trap was made of several rocks with runes in a circular formation. And using his little knife he started digging around one of these rocks. When he managed to loosen it with all his strength, he moved the rock from the place where it was"

"As one of the rocks with runes was moved the magic circuit stopped working. The dragon was free again"

"You laughed when I said I would return the favor, little Goblin said proudly"

"¡Now you know! that even a small Goblin can help a great dragon"

Crispa closed the book and preparing to explain the moral of the story to the children, he left a few seconds of silence for the children to think about it.

"¡I knew it, I was correct!" shouted Mushi.

"Shimu was wrong and I wasn't!" he proclaimed.

Shimu could only keep silent, the Goblin had really helped the dragon. The lepiota was surprised by how the story ended, but at the same time he was annoyed with his brother.

"Well Mushi, can you tell us what is the moral of the story?" Crispa asked guiding the children's conversation.

Mushi put his hand on his jaw and thought for a few seconds.

"Don't go out into the woods alone?" He answered as if he were asking.

"Interesting, you are right that we should not go out alone to the forest, but that is not the moral of this story" Crispa replied.

"Does anyone know what the moral may be?"

All the little ones started to think.

"That if the dragon had eaten the Goblin there would have been no need to go looking for food" said Shimu confidently.

"Yes, Goblin is eaten. Do not go out" added Lutza encouraging Shimu in his answer.

"The dragon would have filled very little his tummy and when he had to leave the cave again because he was hungry nobody could have helped him this time"

Elizabeth noticed the words the teacher used and began to think more carefully.

"Let's see Theodor. What do you think the moral was?"

Little Tod was surprised to hear his name, he had been thinking all the time if his friends were marshmallows that he had not paid attention to the story.

"I don't know" replied the boy with indifference.

"Well you have to say something, if you want you can invent the answer like the others, but do not remain silent"

Theodor looked up and fixed his eyes on Crispa's intermediate eyes.

"But if I don't know, isn't it telling lies? Didn't you tell us yesterday that it was wrong to tell lies?"

Theodor's answer surprised Crispa and when he was going to answer, someone else won him the word.

"¡Help others!" yelled Elizabeth to draw the attention of the teacher.

"The moral is to help others because we never know when they can help us"

"Very well, exactly, that is the moral of the story" Crispa replied congratulating Elizabeth and ignoring Theodor's question.

Life in Tellurus is no longer as before: technology has become outdated, magic has weakened, and creatures of unknown origin have led all intelligent life to unite under the same banner, The Empire of Almawarth, in a fight against extinction. It is in an inhospitable corner of this empire where Tod and Eli, childs of mixed race, will undertake their journey. Seeking to change the fate of Tellurus, they follow in the footsteps of the last human hero, investigate the causes of the great cataclysm, and explore a world that is far wilder, mystical, and dangerous now that there are no longer chosen ones in any of the Tellurus races. Fate is mysterious and no one knows what it holds ...                                                                     .                                                                                              All rights reserved. Protected by savecreative.com               Hi this is my story that I translated from Spanish to English. As it is not my native language feel free to correct me, all comments are welcome. I hope you enjoy this novel.

The orphanage was an amiable place. It was named 'The Nakamura house' . There were only 30 little angels residing in the simplest of a structure. There were 6 children aged 3 , 10 children aged 4 and 14 children aged 5 after Zaki , Dale ,Suma and Karen joined the group. They were made to change their surnames to Nakamura. 
This orphanage was unlike any other child care home. It was run by a passionate mother , Nakamura Ren , whose  son , Nakamura Seki , was in army . Overcome with emotions :looking at her son trying his best to serve his nation , she also wanted to do something for the future of her nation, the youth of her nation . So she decided to run an NGO .  She only ever took in 30 children each , that was the least her funds could allow her . She only ever took in children who had lost their parents.  The children stayed there till age 18 if no one came to adopt them which was extremely rare . In case someone wanted to adopt somebody in her child care home , she would make sure that her angel would be taken care of like she had always cared for them . 
The staff there consisted of volunteers who would come every weekend and every holiday and 15 elderly people who were more than happy to do this . The salary was given only to do the volunteers , five hundred yen a month ;  a college student deserved at least that much for taking out time and teaching and taking care of other kids. The elderly were all happy to be there and never demanded a salary but Mrs. Nakamura tried her best to help them if they ever land themselves in trouble . 
The orphanage worked in a very special way . New children were taken only when the previous batch of 30 children have all settled  down. Mrs. Nakamura did this to ensure that the children that come to her child care home could be given utmost care and attention as if they were their own . She wanted to see them grow up and standup on their feet and not only take them in because she was obliged to do so or out of pity.
The orphanage was a simple two storey building . A floor was as big as 4 standard japanese rooms combined . The kitchen , the nursery , the staff room and the bathrooms were all on the ground floor . The nursery was accompanied by a small library . The library consisted of many fable books. The rooms for children aged 3 and 4 were on the  west wing on the first and the second floor respectively . The room for children aged 5 was on the first floor East wing. The children of each age group stayed in a big room that could easily accommodate 15 children each . The room on the second floor east wing was a large wardrobe for the children . It was equipped with all necessities . 
There was a back yard big enough to accommodate 50 people . There were rides for the children , benches set for them for enjoying themselves their . The backyard also provided a place for studying peacefully. 
The college volunteers would come and teach the 3 years old little kids and prepare them for schooling . They would also help them with their homework . They would tell them interesting stories .
As it is said , ' children are like a blank canvas', everyone tried hard to instill moral values in the children . They tried to paint this canvas with the most beautiful of colours.
Zaki , Dale and Suma attended a public kindergarten where education was free of cost for children . They were given decent education there but they were also bullied sometimes . Little Zaki was strong enough to protect his brothers so it was actually quite rare for anyone to cross the limits while bullying them . While the brothers went to kindergarten , Karen learned the basics at the child care. Days went by quite happily for them . The love they received from the grandpas and grandmas in the child care made them feel as if they were family . The brothers and sisters that came there occasionally were also quite nice . The boys missed their parents sometimes but they were grateful for what they had at the moment and never forgot to be strong for Karen while the little girl herself seemed to have forgotten about her parents . Four months at the orphanage and she had already forgotten all about her parents and she no longer had nightmares.

It hurts the most when you hesitate to even greet a person , who once was your best friend . Will Reki and Zaki end up like that?

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Have you ever wished that you should not have done this or that? Do you regret that now the person close to you , someone more than a friend , more than a family ; is not there with you during the most important day of your live? 
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Two childhood friends who turn to be the best partners- in- crime.
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Disclaimer: the cover page is from Canva .It is not mine.

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