Original Stories

Lost and Found

Kirsten perked up her ears when she heard her mother’s call from downstairs.  It was four o’clock, and that meant tea time with a nice sweet, then she could go happily back to playing with her ponies in her bedroom. One of them had gotten caught between the bed’s headboard and box spring, and she was planning a dramatic rescue. She would be

For the Very First Time

She sat there, pensively taking in her new surroundings.  Never before had she experienced such a place. It was immense and so bright that she could barely keep her eyes open! She stood, taking in all the brand new sensations; the smells, the warmth, the tropical breeze blowing softly through her fine blonde hair.  The sounds seemed to come from

Kelly’s Friend

“Mommy, can I go show my new toys to Bobby?” It was Kelly’s birthday, and she was excited to show off her gifts to her favourite playmate. “All right, sweetie,” said Kelly’s mother. “But don’t be too long. Grandma and Grandpa will be here soon for your birthday dinner.” “Why don’t you invite Bobby to join us?” said Kelly


It was early morning, and the sun was just coming up. The grass was covered with dew. Birds were chirping from their nest in the large oak tree.  Squirrels were now awake, chasing each other up and down the tree. I was startled when one ran right in front of me! I jumped. The squirrel chattered away and kept running . . . right out of the gate! T

Old Man

He sat alone on an old weathered wood bench in the park. His face was age-worn, and his clothes were slightly tattered from years of neglect. The old man had lived alone for many years after his wife of fifty years passed away nearly five years ago. His eighty-five years of life showed on his hands. Hard-working hands during his lifetime. And many

Race Against Time

I was riding up my street, coming home from school. I always needed to stay alert on the bike. My street was narrow, and drivers in Gulistan were often looking at their phones. This day an old guy was wandering up the middle of the street. I rode up beside him and stopped. ‘Salamat siz, Atalar. Hello, Grandfather,’ I said politely. ‘Salama

The Kallerbay Stories 19-21

Kallerbay was conceived as a short story project for 6 – 11 year-olds, written in a first-person child-related style and the “storytellers” are a class of 25 children in this age bracket. In an uncomplicated environment, we follow the adventures of 25 schoolboys and girls in the fictional seaside town of Kallerbay where life is adventurous an

Lisa and her Dog

One day Lisa was walking home from school, and she passed a pet shop. It was the same one she passed hundreds of times. This time as she passed by the window, she just had to look in, and when she did, she saw the prettiest black dog she had ever seen in her lifetime. It had a red bow in its hair behind its ears. She was black as coal. Lisa just h