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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.

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.

Well, if you can read this it means that my fantasies happen to be true for I always believed that I was merely a side character in a meaningless story and you dear readers happened to be one in another too.

Is our world real? Why do we exist? Who wrote us down and to what end? Did I came to be just to please some unknown being with my life story and relieve him of his boredom?
You see ever since I was born i keep doubting our existence, our... setting, the meaning of my... life.

Hahahaha Do you feel dejected with me now?
We are just some sims in some games mindlessly being brought to do their bidding for their entertainment. 
But don't worry as long as you and I can think we ARE no matter the form, place or time. Since I surrender to my fate let's enjoy each other company shall we?

REALITY? 
You can introduce yourself in the comments section below (not that I can read them tho) Well now it's my turn humhum.

In this lifetime and reality my name is Bradley Octobers born in country Z and I am currently in my fifties and still alive (for now) . Well for my appearance it's meaningless for you to know since I am now old and weathering (haha yes it's an old Mc finally (haha I am finally THE MC)).
Hum, so, back in the days I use to be quite a stud with good grades, a nice look, pleasant personality and naturally some romantic encounter . I graduated with a master in psychology and started working after a period of time when my license was released earning myself a good reputation.
Naturally my parents were proud of my achievements, they never had any trouble and so did I. Truth to be told at that point in my life I had no complain, the world was good to me and I enjoy it's wonder happily but of course as a trendy man born in this modern era I took it's custom and habits such as keeping in touch with my friends, networking on social media, listening to hits of the week, binging on novels and Tv shows.

Latter on I met her, Carmen, and no she wasn't the love of my life but she was the winner of my heart (and lust. DOUBLE DEAL!!!). When I looking for an opportunity to settle down and have a family we got acquainted with after all I was nearing my 30 and she too was close to becoming a misfit because most of the people around us got married already. She was quite gorgeous, had this exotic gypsy body type while being modern, chic, intellectual and she was a realistic person with whom you would barely held any opposing view as she was quite flexible in moral and emotion. Plus she was very supportive and fidel. A true pearl!! 

In those next years after we got together we had kids, well two daughters (sadly no twins and luckily they got our goods genes), those kids grew up and for some reason I started to get depressed in that time period especially when they started to get attention from those snotty brats in the neighborhood, latter those popular kids in school and finally when they start to get secret letters complimenting them. 
Aiiihh how I want to shoot down those kids from wanting to steal my treasures!!!
Alas a few years ago the inevitable happened and they started dating some decent boy with good moral (he! if they were not I would have help them with a good beating humph).

And now here we are on my death bed, my old and gentle wife by my side and my unmarried daughters visiting me (where are the grand kids???).
Yep, I am dying, nope nothing serious or some decease I just albeit temporarily survived being attacked by one of my patients who went batshit when we started evoking her childhood, curse my old bones preventing me reacting fast enough. Well at least I am spending the rest of my lifeforce in family, I can't talk because I am too weak, I can't barely register what I am looking at but I can feel their warmth and love. I am quite satisfied with this ending of mine even though we could have stayed together a bit more, it's seems that I have to go.

Forgive me for leaving first my dears. Together with you this life of mine was not wasted in the slightest.
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Back to REALITY? 
"So how was it?"

"... I can only say that you are a truly peerless genius..... To cram a whole lifetime in the span of 10 minutes, this will revolutionized the world as we know in all the sectors ..... But those ending are seriously mess up they need some less urgent death. "

" Sight, the time limit one can stay in the Imaginative World can't exceed those ten minutes so unlike the life process, the end(death) need to be executed swiftly to disconnect the user if not he will be lost in the multitude of phantasm existing. After all it is using the connection between the Dream World of each humans as support. "

" When will it be launch? "

" Officially never. After all the world's generate for each person are different with some rare case of some being share but the content may not be to one liking and we can't even monitor them. Why? You want to go back inside? "

"Well, haha, I would be lying if I said no after all it's basically a whole lifetime and I get to experience, explore and learn a lot, but I am afraid to end up inside those containing twisted thoughts and changing for the worst, plus I may not distinguish reality anymore ."

"This is why I kept working on it, simply too valuable to be stop by the negative part but it's still not safe enough for it to be shared and that why I need your help to keep making observations on the phenomenon it manifest when in use as well as your feedback. "

Phew..." Let's go."
"Hey Bradley"

"Yes?"

"I love you don't forget about me in there"

"Haha, I may meet a lot of people in this new cycle but i will always love you the most May. "

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Pure hobby you've been warned, i will do my best to correct myself as i write for English is not my primary language. Thx and I don't really give a shit about comment because I don't do this to get paid but for a small release in my fantasy, it's kinda kinky i you think about it. 


Scrolling your social media feeds for entertainments, refreshing your favorite's novels web pages hoping to catch some new chapters, going home after school, going to school after home, then going to work once you graduate. As the cycles continues queuing one after the other you feel this not so bad yet not so good life getting lukewarm at best and at night you wonder, what could my life be like if i made différents choices?

I wanted to be bad, I wanted to be daring, have the courage to confess to her and be a beter me, an extraordinary me.

So many regret yet no time warp to the past, such an unrealistic thinking those things only happen in our imagination anyways....... Imagination......... What is stopping me from using it to do what I want but to what end? What do i want anyways?

This novel is my personal delusion.

Sophia's POV 

Walking slowly, counting my steps, feeling the vibration of the earth beneath my feet. I know the school now. I know how many steps it takes to get from one door to the next, how many steps to each corner. You get used to it after many, many years in the same school. 

'Soph!' I hear over the sounds of the busy hall. It's my best friend, Jackson. He can't walk, he's been in a wheelchair all his life. His wheels squeak as I feel him stop in front of me.

'Hi, Jac!' I reply. I lose the count of steps in my head. I don't know where I am except for the vibration frequency that constantly pulses through my feet. I walk barefoot, even in winter. I've gotten used to it.

Jac sighs, 'You want a lift?' 
'I thought you'd never ask!'

When I was still getting used to the counts I would train by going down the hall, slowly feeling my way around. If I fell, he would be there to help me up. Some days that I didn't remember he would carefully help me onto his chair and take me with him. He was sweet like that. A true best friend.

I slowly held my hand out for him to guide me onto the chair. He was strong in his upper body. I didn't know how he looked, but I could feel his firm touch. It felt like he was protecting me, like he could have fought for and with me if we weren't like this... if we weren't disabled.

He took me to my class and headed off to his. I gave a crooked smile, the one thing I remember seeing. My mother's smile. 

She smiled at me and out me in bed the night before everything changed. It wasn't very different from my sight. I didn't have perfect vision before but it didn't effect me as I was born with the mutation.

The morning when I woke up blind was terrifying. I didn't have any sight except for the lights. The brighter parts. The patterns they created, the only thing keeping me from going insane. I yelled. Where was my vision. No color, no clouds on my light blue walls, no windows with bright scenery outside.

The moment taunted me for my entire life. The moment I felt hopeless, like the bright light of excitement and joy was ripped out from my soul. 

I sat in my chair at my desk. Our classes never change, we need to get used to the position to get used to the steps and vibration. We never got taught like most kids. We were only taught how to read in brail and how to feel our surroundings. We talked about feelings a lot. There isn't much moral in a blind kid's life.

There are only four other kids in my class. Without visual aids learning is much harder so we need the extra attention. Today we had a project due. It was called the verbal imagination project.

Once a term we would think of something random and try and imagine either how it would look or a story. I loved imagining stories.

Carli went up first. She was telling a story. It was a scary story about hearing rustling sounds and being captured. I wasn't really listening, my mind was thinking about the thirteen years I had spent just trying to remember what a smile looks like.

Next up was Jules. She described what she imagined a calidoscope pattern would look. It was hard to remember color. I remember blue white and pink. You can't really do much imagining with three colors. 

I lost focus. I didn't listen to Lucas, I didn't even know what his topic was. I completely drifted. Until it was my turn. I always told a story. 

It all starts with a girl who loves to read, draw and watch movies with her friends. She sees a muscular jock from across the street when walking home. They  walk into each other the next weekend at the park. They start talking and they fall in love. They fight about the guy always hanging out with the cheerleaders. He stops talking to them and sweeps her off her feet on the day of the school dance.

After my story Alex finished off. He was describing his visualization of a train trip. He lost his sight late compared to some of us. He told us his sight faded for years but he only lost it completely at age ten. The bell went for lunch time, meaning I could talk to Jackson again.

A blind girl with no idea about gender norms, how would she feel in the world of feelings? And how would she react when she finds out that she shouln’t be feelings? Forbidden love with twist.

Navigating to the Quests Tab, Lorren tried to find what exactly he was supposed to do. After checking around, he came to two realizations. However, the first was definitely the worst.
'Soo, I'm really not a Main Character? But I have the system and everything!'
[Ding! Having a System does not make you a Main Character, Host.]
After his small internal outburst, the System promptly reminded him that there is more than a system to a main character. Quickly calming down, Lorren then checked his goal. To get VP, he would need to finish quests or do something that progresses the story. The Main Quest/Storyline is split into several parts, called Acts, and each one has several missions one must complete to finish them. Currently, Lorren is on Act 0, where he needs to befriend the MC.
'Actually, no. It should be MCs because if this a real world, the female version of the MC should also be here. I wonder what their relationship is? Besides that, what were their names? I believe it was... Ryan and Norah Efferen. They aren't orphans, nor are they rich 2nd generations. They come from commoner families with no record of abilities. Essentially the same as this body I inhabit. Also, if I remember correctly, their weapons should be a sword and a spear respectively...'
Lorren began to think. As he walked, however, he stopped for a few reasons.
[Ding! Main Characters detected!]
At the same time, he could see a few ability users, kids in fact, harassing others, probably from the same school. At this point, everyone was only 13, and finishing the current school year. In three years, they'd be old enough to get either their family name or pick their own new one if they get an ability. But that's the problem. Many nobles don't like commoners because they have to protect them. The same goes for their children. Nobles can buy mana condensers or mana crystals to awaken their children's abilities. But commoners? They can't. These people were likely harassing commoners, and it seemed they were using their family names too, even though they shouldn't. But who would report them? The commoners wouldn't since their life would get harder if they did. Even though the laws stopped kids from using their influence, it didn't matter if they were stronger than you. They could just beat you up to make you submit. And schools even encouraged this. Who cares if a commoner gets beat up? It'll just make them want power, which the schools can give. The same goes for gifted students. Who cares if your the best and a noble if you get destroyed by a commoner?
'However, I am different. I actually have a moral compass. Maybe. Possibly. Ok, maybe it's not a very good moral compass, but I still have one! Of course, once I get to hac- I mean borrowing servers, I'll have changed my moral compass just a bit. The only rule is just no hacki- I mean borrowing from anyone other than organizations/governments. Unless its for my friends. Maybe.'
Moving towards the bullies, after his internal monologue, he stopped for a second after realizing that he probably can't beat them. After all, he just got his ability, so let alone suffering the backlash, he might not even be able to activate it properly. As he realized this, he did the next best thing - taunting and rock throws. He looked for a rock before realizing that this street didn't have any. However, what he did find was a small smartwatch, likely dropped from one of the bullies during their scuffle with the victims, and I picked it up. However, as soon as I did, I seemed to instinctively know how to use it. Oh right, my Tech Affinity attribute! Also, it seems that, like I wanted, this is exempt from the backlash unless I use its active part, which is improving the equipment with my skill. Since I can't beat them, I'll outsmart them. I turn on the recording and watch the show.
"Hey, you dirty commoner! Someone like you shouldn't have such a precious spear!"
"Hey, don't you dare touch that spear! My family used up nearly a quarter of their savings for that!"
"Hehe, alright. But since I can't get it, I have to be compensated, right? And that body of yours looks quite-"
SMACK
Before he could finish, the girl with the spear slapped him across the cheek. Being caught off guard, he stumbled onto the ground and looked up only to find the girl pointing her spear at him.
"Y-you b***ch! I'm from the Malkim family! I'll-"
Once again cut off, this time by Lorren, he turns his head in Lorren's direction. Finding someone to vent his anger (and probably forgetting about the spear) he makes an angry scowl before turning pale in fright. Why? Because Lorren got the whole thing on recording.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Using your family's name to bully others into submission? Don't you know that's illegal? Ah well, guess I have to turn this in."
Regaining his wit, the guy gets back up, the girl's spear having been retracted after realizing what Lorren had done.
"What do you want to delete that video?!"
"Oh nothing much, just leave these two alone. Oh, and I keep the watch."
Though he seemed sad to part with the watch, the bully gave in due to fearing the repercussions of this video getting out. Lorren then put on the watch, walking towards the duo that were the victims. The bullies ran away, but not before the one that was caught saying those things made sure I deleted the video. Leaving after that, I was about to go when the girl caught up to me.
"E-excuse me, who are you?"
She seemed kind of scared, probably because she though I was another noble.
"Don't worry. I'm no noble or anything. Otherwise, would I need the smartwatch?"
Lorren's explanation seemed to make sense to her. She then introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Norah. Norah Efferen.
"Y-yea, and I-I'm Ryan E-efferen."

Synopsis: Lorren was an average guy, with his defining feature being his talent for working IT. When he goes by the store to grab a newly released game, Avar, he gets caught up in an incident involving a gang and is killed by the infamous Truck-kun (that truck that always seems to kill characters in stories). He reincarnates in a new world, with abilities, magical beasts, different worlds, and more. That is, until he realizes that it’s actually Avar! Yes, he reincarnated into the world of the new game! Furthermore, he realizes that he’s only a few years from entering the same school as the main character of the game! However, something seems wrong…
	A few things from the game seem different here, and… wait, what’s this voice? No way, is it the famed system that gives you special abilities! Follow Lorren on his journey as he discovers his system’s abilities, and how he maybe (probably) gets onto the watchlist of every government in every world ever.

By they way, I'm new to this, so I'm open to criticism and new ideas. Currently, I'm just gonna go with the flow, and I don't really have anything planned out. Anyways, be a little lax with me, mk? Also, I'm a he.

Senator Rizza is a beautiful and alluring woman. Any weak man can be seduced by her and he is one of them with the exception of Jacob and Alex who have unyielding self-control.

"I'm sorry." Was all that Senator Melvin could say thou he knows that apologizing is not enough for the mistake that he had done.

Hearing that, his wife made another step back. "Just...I...I want to be alone." She said then make another step before she turned around acting to leave.

"Darling..." Senator Melvin grab her wrist to stop her but his wife pulled her hand away.

"Please." She said with a firm determination to leave. As of now, she cannot stay around his sinful husband. She cannot think right with him around her. She has to leave and stay away from him to think.

With that, his wife left him taking their kids away. He stayed inside their house to stay away from the prying eyes of their neighborhood. The scandal had spread uncontrollably and everyone knows his indecent relationship with Senator Rizza. The two of them were among the few Government officials that were known to be the most sensible. He hasn't even got time to clear his reputation after the bribery scandal recently and now this adultery scandal which cost him not just his reputation but also his wife and family.

It is just too overwhelming that he seemed to have lost his sanity.

After sulking in their living room thinking of ways to get back his wife and kids, he took out his phone from pocket and dialed a number.

"Hello." A frantic voice of a woman was heard from the other line.

"We're exposed." He said in a defeated tone.

"I don't need you to remind me that! Do you think I wouldn't know after a couple of calls and having seen it all over the internet?!" Senator Rizza shouted at him as if it was all his fault.

"What should we do? My wife found out about it and left me."

"What? Do you want me to chase after her and beg her to come back to you?" Senator Rizza said sarcastically.

Senator Melvin went silent. Between the two, Senator Rizza has always been the dominant person. "What happened? Who taped us?" He asked.

"How would I know? Do you think I would bother to find out if there is someone taping us while doing that?" Senator Rizza was totally enraged by his question. "Wait. Are you implying that I hired someone to do that?!"

Senator Melvin didn't say anything thou he never really think that way. But based on how he knows the Senator, she is the type of person that would do that to use as leverage against him. But of course, why would she personally ruin her reputation. He thought about it.

"No, of course, why would you do that?"

"Then stop pestering me, I have enough predicament as of the moment. If you don't care about your reputation, then go chase after your useless wife."

"Shouldn't we resolve this matter together?" Senator Melvin asked.

"Are you stupid? If we resolve this together it would seem like we already admitted that we are really together or are you thinking that we really are? Should I remind you that what we had was just pure lust?" Of course, Senator Melvin never thinks that it was more than lust because he never really felt any affection towards the Senator.

"No, I just thought that since it was both of us involve, we should work it out together in sync so that people would believe us if we tell them a story."

"And what story do you have in mind?" Senator Rizza asked him with a challenging tone. She wonders if he has anything in mind since she cannot think of any acceptable story behind those videos except for the fact that they were really having an affair.

Senator Melvin sighed. Does he have a story in mind to tell the public that will not make them appear sinful? However they try to explain the videos, there is only one explanation that the public would believe and that is they are having an affair.

If they tell them that they are in love, which is a lie, how will he able to get his wife and kids back?

But if they tell them that what's between the two of them was pure lust. Then what would that make them? People would think of them as a debauchee. An unprincipled person who sank below the normal moral standard.

After a while, Senator Rizza hung up when she cannot get any useful ideas from Senator Melvin.

Senator Melvin, later on, decided to remain quiet instead of explaining his side. He thought that he put more words to it and tried to explain their actions, his words might worsen the situation and people would still think of him as an adulterous husband.

At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents.

20 years past, a lot of things had already happened. Her dearest grandfather died, she came back to Lotus City, and was secretly married!

She was married off by her grandfather to his best friend's grandson before he died and she was oblivious about it.

Do this secret marriage has to do with her secret identity?

PART I
It was my first day of kindergarten. Little five year old me was running around the house in my new overalls and yellow shirt that said 'first day of school', along with my backpack that had a cartoon picture of a police car, a firetruck, and an ambulance. I zipped up and down the stairs and through the halls pretending to make my favorite toy--my firetruck toy--fly.
"Nickie!" My mom called to me. "Why are you running?" She asked.
"Because I'm happy!" I said.
"You excited for your first day?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna get a friend!"
 My mother blushed. In my early years I wanted nothing more than to have a friend, and it was something I would talk about constantly, and my mom knew this. I never really had a friend my age. I was an only child, and my parents were both the youngest in their family and married late so all my cousins were at least ten years older than me. My parents didn't have any friends with kids my age either. On top of that, my mother was pretty protective of me and didn't let me hang out with the neighborhood kids because their parents seemed sketchy to her. Kids I met at the grocery store were often put off by how enthusiastic I was to meet them too. The only friends I had were cartoon pals on TV, but I couldn't interact with them. Not really. It was always nice to pretend I could though. But even they had friends, and always taught the value of being nice, and showing that sharing was caring and all that. As hyper of a child as I was, I was actually very perceptive of the messages and lessons they taught in kids shows at a young age, and wanted to apply them in real life once I had someone I could call a friend.
My father came downstairs with his disposable camera. "Hey Nickie, are you ready for your first day of school?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" I jumped up and down in anticipation. "I'm gonna make a friend!"
 My parents took countless pictures of me. Pictures of me jumping, pictures of me in my Superman pose, pictures of me with my favorite toy truck, and most importantly, pictures of the three of us being together as a family.

PART II
My mom drove me to school. 
"Hey, mommy?"
"Yes Nickie?"
"How do I make a friend? Is there a special way? Do I go up to them and ask them, or do I have to marry them in a friendly way?"
My mother laughed, and seeing her laugh made me happy, so I laughed too.
"Well, it's not the same every time. There are a lot of ways to make a friend. Sometimes you make friends by asking, sometimes you make friends by being nice, and sometimes you make friends by helping people."
"Which way is the best way?"
"You'll know once the time is right."
We arrived at school where my mother took even more pictures, and walked inside together holding hands.
When we got in the room all the other kids were listening to the teacher read a story. I wondered why they already seemed so established and in sync even though it was just the very first day. The teacher eyed us and put the book down to greet us as soon as she finished the sentence she was on. "Well hello there! What's your name?" She greeted me with enthusiastic energy surging from her aura. 
"I'm Nick!" I said.
"Hi Nick," she looked at my mother. "Are you Nick's mommy?"
"Yes I am," she said, kneeling next to me to kiss my cheek. "I just wanted to walk him into his very first day."
"I'm Ms. Darcy. Do you want to stay in class for today?"
"Oh how I would love to, but I have to get to work soon." She eyed me. "But Nick, do you want me to stay for a little while?"
"It's okay, I'm not scared," I said. Though if I knew then what would have come to be in the future, I wouldn't have asked her to stay a while longer because I was scared, I would've asked her to stay a while longer because it would've been another memory I would have had with her. I grew up with much too few.
She hugged me and went off to work.
"Okay Nick, are you ready for your first day of school?" asked Ms. Darcy.
"Yeah!" I jumped.
"Head on up to the front of the class and say your name and how old you are, and tell us your favorite color," Ms. Darcy said. 
All the kids were sitting in what I learned to be criss-cross applesauce position on the floor, staring at me. I looked among the faces. I wondered who in the class would end up being my friend.
"Hi guys, my name is Nick!" I said. "I'm five. My favorite color is red because I like firetrucks."
"Anything you wanna say to your classmates?"
"Do any of you wanna be my bestest friend?"
They were all silent, and it was then when what my mother said ended up being true: friendship isn't as simple as asking the question. I was going to have to prove I was nice first.

PART III
Ms. Darcy read the rest of the story she was reading before. It was called 'The Turtle and the Rabbit', and it was meant to teach us that slow and steady would win the race rather than being fast and cocky. I thought it was pretty dumb to be honest. My five year old mind went deep in thought calculating all the fallacies of the story and the message. The rabbit only lost because he was sleeping! It didn't have to do with fast or slow, the rabbit was just a dummy. Being the fastest was the obvious way a person won a race. 
Later on, Ms. Darcy told us it was show and tell day and that we had to bring a special toy and draw it, and later we would show it to the class and explain why we chose that toy. She also told me since it was my first day I could draw a toy from memory, but I already had my special fire truck toy packed with me so that was okay.
Some kids had their own coloring materials, but most of us (myself included) didn't. The teacher put all the color stuff at the front of the class, and one by one we all grabbed some. Sadly when it was my turn, there were no more crayons available. There were only colored pencils, markers, and paint.
Let me explain. As a kid, the only acceptable art utensil was a crayon. No exceptions. Markers always bled through the paper. Paint was sticky and got everywhere and made my mother mad. Colored pencils always broke when I held them on the page too hard. I wanted crayons, and ONLY crayons. Nothing else was acceptable.
I asked Ms. Darcy for crayons, and she told me to just pick something else. I was insistent though, and she suggested I could borrow some from one of my classmates. I decided to do that because I knew sharing was caring, and I assumed everyone else did too. I also thought it could be an opportunity to make a friend.
There was a boy who was the tallest kid in class using a box of crayons. He was about five inches taller than me and probably would have been a regular kid in the eyes of any adult viewing him, but in my mind he was a GIANT, and giants were powerful and mighty. I really wanted HIM to be my friend.
"Hi," I said. "Can I borrow your crayons?"
"I'm using them."
"Can I just use the red one? That's the only one I need."
"No. I want my red one."
I glanced over to what he was drawing. A standard black and white soccer ball. "Your toy isn't even red!" I said.
"Well you still can't use mine because it's mine and I said so." He took his red crayon and shoved it down his pants, sticking his tongue out at me.
"That's not nice."
"You're not nice."
I decided to ask some of the other kinds to borrow their red crayons, but as I turned my head to ask, they put their red crayons in their pants and shirts as well, teaming up on me, giggling like it was a game. I guess to them it was, but my feelings were really getting hurt. 
I decided not to act out on my frustration and let them be. My mother always told me the importance of being kind, and it was advice I took to heart, even at the age of five years old. 
I scanned the room for anyone else with crayons that haven't mocked me yet. I couldn't find anyone. I walked back to my seat in defeat, but then in the corner of my eye, I saw a girl with incredibly black hair and incredibly light brown eyes sitting in the corner by herself. Most of everyone else had at least one person they were sitting with, but not her. She was alone like me. She also happened to be drawing with crayons, and she had a whole lot of them.
I walked up to her with the crayon objective in mind, but then I saw the book the same book the teacher read at the start of class. The one about the turtle and the rabbit.
"Why do you have Ms. Darcy's book?" I asked her.
She looked up from her drawing, which happened to be a gold coin necklace, and faced me. "It's my book," she said. "I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with everyone, so I asked Ms. Darcy to read it. Did you like it?"
"I thought the pictures were pretty, but the message was kinda dumb."
"Why?"
"The rabbit was faster and better. It says that slow and steady wins the race, but if the rabbit didn't fall asleep, the turtle would have lost."
"I think you didn't get the real story. You just said the real moral."
"Huh?"
"It didn't matter that the turtle was slow. It mattered that he believed in himself even if he was slow. It mattered that the rabbit thought he was really fast and cool and didn't think the turtle could beat him, so he slept. The rabbit could have won, but in the end it wasn't about what could have happened if another thing happened. The turtle still won. Do you get it?"
I tried to think about what she said, but my mind jumped to another matter. "Hey, Ms. Darcy said to draw a special toy. Why are you drawing a necklace?"
"I don't have a special toy."
My eyes grew wide, and my expression drooped. "You don't have any toys?"
As a kid, my mother always said there were kids that didn't have toys because their parents couldn't afford any and had to buy food instead, and seeing a kid without a toy made me sad. I had an extra toy I brought to school that day other than my fire truck. A police car. I was prepared to give it to her.
"I do have toys, but I don't have a special toy. This necklace is special though."
"Why is it special?" I asked.
She stopped and looked around as if she was seeking for an answer, but eventually she looked at me and said, "I don't know."
"Well, it's really pretty," I said, and I meant it. For a five year old kid, it was a pretty neat drawing.
"Thanks," she said. "I like to read and I like to make art. Look at all my colors!" She opened her backpack to show me her endless supplies of construction paper, fancy paints, markers, colored pencils, and yes, crayons. It baffled me that a kid could have so many supplies. 
"Woah," I said. "Do you have a red crayon I can borrow?"
She pursed her lips together. "I let some of our other classmates borrow my colors before. They usually come back broken," she said. "Look." She pulled out an exhibit of a purple crayon broken in half."
"I promise I'll take good care of it. I'm nice."
She studied me for a minute. "Okay, you can borrow a crayon," she said. "But please give it back when you're done."
I leaped in the air with excitement. "Yes!"
She opened up her crayon box, and I bolted my hand for a dark red one. "Thank you!" I excalimed.
"That's not red," she said.
"What? Yes it is."
"No it's not." She pulled out a lighter shade than the one I picked. "This is red. See?" She pointed at the label on the crayon that said R-E-D. I knew basic words. I knew that was the red one.
"If that's not red, then what's this?" I asked. I looked at the word on the crayon I picked, but it was a big word for my five year old eyes. "May-- mer-- mah--"
She glanced over at the word. "Mah . . . rune," she said. "Yeah. That color is called maroon."
For some reason my five year old ears registered that as the fanciest thing I've ever heard. Maroon. It was like red, but not red. It was like red, but for rich people that could afford to buy as many colors as they wanted. Instantly, I decided maroon was my new favorite color.
"Here's the red one," she said, holding it over to me.
"I like this better. I want a maroon truck."
She smiled. "You can use that then."
We ended up drawing and coloring our pictures next to one another, giggling and talking about the silly things kids talk about. It didn't feel like long before it was time for show and tell.

PART IV
Kids went up one by one to display their barbies or action ficures or teddies for show and tell. Nice girl went up and showed her necklace, took it off, and held it in front of our classmates to show the class more closely. For some reason as we jumpy five-year-olds marveled at it, we were completely fixated and still. Even Ms. Darcy was enchanted by it. It definitely was a special necklace in some fashion. After she was done explaining about how her mom said she wore that necklace during her pregnancy to make Jean born and she's had it ever since, she sat back on the floor criss-cross aplesauce.
A few kids later, it was my turn. I went to the front and showed the class my fire truck, and my artwork of the firetruck in maroon form. 
"I like this toy because when I grow up, I wanna be a fireman because firemen are brave and strong like heroes. Even though fires are scary and they can get hurt, firemen still save people and cats. I like cats too," I explained.
"Very nice," Ms. Darcy said. 
After show and tell it was play time. I searched for the nice girl that let me borrow her crayon because I promised I would give it back, and my mother told me that nice people kept promises. I also wanted to know if she'd like to make sand castles with me. She was talking to the tall boy that was mean to me before.
"Can I see your necklace?" Tall boy asked.
"No," nice girl said. "My mommy said I can't let anyone else have it."
"Please? I just wanna see it. It's really pretty like you."
"I don't want to."
He pulled out a little book from his pocket with a picture of a princess on it. "I know you like to read. You can borrow this if I borrow that."
"You can only see it for five seconds," she said.
"Okay."
Nice girl took off her necklace and handed it to him slowly, a questioning look on her face. Tall boy immediately ran off with it. "It's mine now!" he excalimed.
Nice girl chased him. "Hey, give it back!"
Tall boy ran up the playstructure, but when he went down the slide I was there waiting for him.
"Give it back," I said.
"Make me."
I attempted to grab the necklace from him, but he held it up to the sky and had me jumping up and up trying to get it. "You're too short," he said. 
It was then I remembered the story about the rabbit and the turtle. The rabbit had all the physical advantages, but I realized that it was because of his physical advantages he grew too cocky and lost the race. Nice girl said I didn't get the real moral of the story, but here was the story presented to me placed right in front and my initial thoughts were true: bigger was better. I couldn't win. In defeat, I stopped jumping.
Tall boy dangled the necklace just within my reach again. "Giving up so soon?"
I jumped again, but he moved his arm up high and it was out of my reach once more. He laughed in amusement, and lowered his arm again to have me jump for it.
"I give up," I said.
He smirked and turned away. While his back was turned, I jumped on him and grabbed it just short of him putting it on. He was crying on the ground, but I honestly didn't care at that point. I ran over to nice girl and returned it, and she quickly put it back around her neck. 
"Thank you," she said.
"And here's your crayon." I handed it to her.
She clasped her hand in front of her mouth and gasped. All the kids stopped playing and turned in the same direction she was looking in. I looked in that direction too, and Ms. Darcy was consoling tall boy who was still crying, and he pointed at me. I was in trouble.

PART V
Tall boy, nice girl and I were in the principal's office later on with our parents. We explained the story to them and though tall boy was stealing, I was the one that inflicted violence and I was to be suspended for three days and transfered to another class. My mom was really disappointed in me and told me in the future that I should only fight if it's self-defense.
I cried. That was the first time I've ever gotten into big trouble. 
Nice girl's mom and my mom talked with one another outside the principal's office and it was clear in the conversation that nice girl's mom was actually really grateful for what I've done.
"Thank you for sticking up for me," nice girl said while our mothers were lost in chatting with one another.
"Thank you too," I said. "Everyone was mean to me today except for you. I'll never forget that you let me borrow your crayon."
She opened her backpack. "If you like it that much you can have it," she said, handing it towards me.
I accepted it. "Really?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"What's your name? I never asked you. I'm Nick."
"I'm Jean."
"I'm going to be moved to another class, Jean, but I wish we could be friends."
When I said the word wish, something in her clicked. She got close as if it were to tell me a secret. "I think if you try hard enough, your wish can come true."
And you know what? It did.

The End

Nick feels like a robot. Life is bland, and other people's emotions are hard to understand. One day he finds something that's a game-changer--a magical necklace attached to the soul of a mythical genie named Jean. Can Nick make a wish to change his outlook on life, or will being around Jean spark emotions all on its own?

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