Children
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THE OLD, GREY MAN
Amid the smell of coming rain, the olden, greying man lifts up gnarled hands, to catch the brief refrain, the solemn dripping of the rain, that is sweeping, never creeping o’er his land. His hands are water-stained, wrinkled fingers reaching high pointed up toward the sky, and leaving with disdain, for the power of the…
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Baby Spider’s Rocket
Baby spider wanted to go into space to see the moon and stars, but he didn’t have a rocket to take him there. The Fourth of July parade had come and gone, and now the “rockets” came out. Baby spider was so excited. He climbed onto one of the “rockets”. It was a…
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All the King’s Horses
Category : authors, Children, fantasy, flash fiction, Original Stories, readers, scifi, Tiny Tales and Poetry, writersThe chess men fell into line on their checkered battle field surrounded by the mountainous peaks of Marky’s comforter. “And the great knight, Sir Mark of Bed Spread, will lead the charge for the White Army to keep the Dark King’s army of bad guys at bey,” the nine-year-old boy shouted, setting his favorite player…
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A Kris-Moose Christmas!
Category : authors, Children, Christmas, flash fiction, Kris Moose Stories, Original Stories, readers, Tiny Tales and PoetryKris Moose usually spent Christmas with the Roberts family. This Christmas, he was going to visit with a special friend, Emily. Emily was six years old, and she lived with her parents at the penguin research station at the South Pole. She and Kris Moose had been pen pals, which meant they wrote letters to…
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The Kris-Moose Tree
Category : authors, Children, Christmas, flash fiction, Kris Moose Stories, Original Stories, readers, Tiny Tales and PoetryIt was almost Christmas. The neighbors all along the street had Christmas lights sparkling on their houses. Christmas trees twinkled I the windows, and the smell of cookies baking filled the air. “Christmas is such a wonderful time of year,” Kris Moose said, as he CRUNCHED through the snow. He was on his way to…
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The Winter Sports-moose
Category : authors, Children, Christmas, flash fiction, Kris Moose Stories, Original Stories, readers, Tiny Tales and PoetryOne winter day, Kris Moose and his friends Peter and Kiley and their dad, Mr. Roberts, visited the big ski resort near their home. The blue sky was dotted with poofy white clouds. Prickly pine trees covered in puffs of white snow surrounded the resort. Mr. Roberts led the way to the little ski slopes…