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Tale of A Tale - A collection of kids' short stories
Imagination is a remarkable attribute that serves as the foundation for significant ideals. This journey has been both exhilarating and challenging. I sincerely hope that these narratives, inspired by childlike wonder, evoke a sense of warmth and joy. Qbenja
ISABELLA'S MIRACLE BIRD
Isabella is a young Italian girl from the village of Yousome, and I'm Jasper—yes, that's me.
I am Isabella's best friend, and this story revolves around me, her "Flying Wings," as she likes to call me.
The journey from Isabella's front door to the vineyard takes about seven minutes along a dusty street. This path runs alongside the cliffside, where my story begins. The countryside surrounding the town is filled with vines that grow Kewikie grapes, which are used in the local winery. Trust me, it is the most beautiful sight you will ever see. It is also Isabella's favorite spot for sun-gazing and catching a few Z's.
Isabella was lying in the grassy weeds, staring up at the sun, when she decided to have a little fun. With her right hand full of a cluster of grapes, she tossed one into the air, trying to catch it in her mouth before it hit the ground. She was successful maybe one time in three; the others landed among the grassy weeds of dandelions and buttercups.
Eventually, she gave up and shifted her focus to eating. With her left hand now free, she began to engage in her other pastime, twiddling the grapevine leaves unpurposefully.
As Isabella reached to grab a handful of leaves, she was surprised to find me unexpectedly—barely breathing and chirping softly. Startled, she jumped to her feet and looked around, seeing no one else there. Determined to investigate among the grape leaves, she picked up a couple of dried bristles from the ground and carefully moved the grapes and vines aside. As she did, she heard my faint plea.
On bended knee, she carefully removed the surrounding leaves and, face-to-face, finally laid eyes on me. I was entangled and hanging on for dear life by one wing. I could hear her say, "Oh no, you poor little thing."
When she finally managed to free me, she hurriedly cradled me in her hands to comfort me.
She grabbed her water bottle and dripped cool water onto my beak from her fingertip. I heard her repeating, "Don't you fret, little one. I will take care of you. I will heal your flying wings," which is how she came to name me.
Days passed—maybe even weeks—before I finally opened my eyes to see. It was her, my savior, with her big, beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. She was sitting in a chair, cradling me in a small shoebox lined with soft cotton that felt heavenly beneath me.
I spread both of my wings; they felt tight but free. I then tested my voice and let out a chirping squeak. She smiled down at me and said, "Welcome back, my little Flying Wings." I chirped excitedly, louder and louder, hoping she understood my gratitude for rescuing me.
I stood up on my feet to work out the kinks. Isabella thought it funny and laughed at me.
I flexed my wings and began to sing. She understood, even before I could say anything, that I was famished and ready to eat. Isabella offered me crumbled bread and water. "Eat now, Flying Wings, and regain all your strength," she encouraged. I wasted no time; I was happy to oblige.
The next morning, I woke up feeling happy and free, ready to test out my flying wings and Isabella 's doctoring. “Ready, set, go!” I chirped with excitement. On the count of three, I took off into the air! It felt amazing to spread my wings, and I could see Isabella smiling and clapping with pride at my accomplishment.
Isabella and I were like two peas in a pod, we played games, sing-along-songs, and she laughed a lot at my silly antics.
Everyday we took walks underneath the open sky to work on my flying and diving.
One afternoon, as we were heading back in, Isabella told me, “It’s time, Flying Wings, to set you free.” I felt a bit nervous and replied, “No, I don’t want to leave!” She smiled gently, kissed my beak, and said, “Tomorrow, Flying Wings, freedom will ring.”
I realized that it wasn’t that she didn’t care about me; she just understood that the wide open sky was my true home and where I needed to be.
The next morning Isabella took me back to the cliff side where she had found me, hoping to help me face my fears. She knew I was afraid so she gently rubbed my head and stroked my wings, encouraging me to believe in the miraculous power of my ability. As I raised my wings toward the sky, she whispered, “I will always be here to watch over you. You are my miracle wings, and that much I know to be true.”
As I soared into the air, it felt incredible—effortless, as if I could do anything!
Looking down, I saw Isabella waving goodbye as she tried to hide the tears in her eyes. I gave her a moment to regain her composure before performing a skydive and landing gently on her left shoulder. No words were exchanged; not even a sound broke the silence. I gently pecked at the tears running down her cheek. Her tears tasted both salty and sweet. I couldn't resist pecking again, swiping at her tears with one of my wings and whispered softly, “You will always be a part of me.” With that, I took to the sky once more, flying high above her head. I could feel the wind beneath my wings when I heard her say, “Farewell, My Miracle Friend, My Flying Wings.”
Adventures of Dylan the Caterpillar
In the enchanting world of caterpillars, they thrive on the outskirts of the quaint village of Fairfield Trail, located west of Majestic Mt. Sun High. This charming village is known for its winding walking trails that follow the crystal-clear waters of the White Oak River.
The serene river flows gently, flanked by ancient trees that seem to whisper tales of the past. Vibrant flowering trees bloom beautifully during the peak of spring, filling the air with the sweet scent of blossoms and the cheerful songs of birds. This enchanting spot is a delight for caterpillars and nature lovers alike!
I’m sorry if I bored you with details! Let’s focus more on me and how I fit into this story. Hi, there! My name is Dylan, and I live in Fairfield Trail with my awesome family. There's my dad, YeShen, who considers himself king; my amazing mom, MeShun; and my big sister, Lala. Then there’s me—just your curious kid of thirteen! Oh, and I can't forget Lyland, my adorable baby sister of three weeks, who just discovered her voice, and her screams drive me crazy-insane!
Today was one of those enchanting days that beckoned exploration and adventure. My curiosity took me to the "Forbidden Trail" across the river, a path shrouded in mystery. This area has been deemed off-limits to the caterpillars since the time of my great-great-grandfather, Symmie.
The story goes that many moons ago, the trail was closed off to protect our world from human intrusion, which had devastated our vibrant homes and nearly wiped out the lush vegetation that once flourished along Fairfield Trail and in the surrounding villages. These areas were vibrant colonies filled with our relatives and neighbors. Now, the echoes of our history remind us of the importance of preserving the delicate balance between humans, nature, and caterpillars.
As I happily made my way along the forbidden trail, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. The cold concrete felt good against my feet, and I thought, “Wow! This isn’t so bad! Why is it even forbidden?” I ventured further, minding my own business like a caterpillar taking a morning stroll, enjoying the beautiful breeze and searching for something to eat. Just as I stopped to munch on a delicious
green leaf, the ground began to shake beneath me! I felt the earthquake beneath my feet and was startled, thinking, “Oh no! What’s happening?”
A loud sound, even more terrifying than Lyland's screams, filled the air. "Lord, help me," I thought, fear gripping me. I tried to stay calm and recall the details of Grandpa Symmie's forbidden tales about human beings and their feet. What had he said? I struggled to remember! I needed to think quickly and trust my instincts, just as my dad had always told me. "Son, God gave you a pea brain; use it." I realized I needed to get off this trail and back to safety. I crawled as fast as my many legs could carry me, praying my effort would be enough to save me.
Somehow, I made my way across the unfamiliar street. When I looked up, I saw the humans—great big giants with monstrous feet—coming toward me! Quickly, I found a cozy spot beneath some bristles and leaves to wait it out and calm my fears. It was an adventure I wouldn't soon forget, but for now, it will be my secret to keep.
In real-time, the nightmare was over as soon as it began, but the fear of being trampled to death by gigantic feet felt like it lasted an eternity. Wow! Is right, my heart is still in place, my adventure was unforgettable and wild today. The lesson learned is that it’s better to obey, and I now understand Grandpa’s warning to stay away.
I’d like to wrap up my story by saying, with all due respect, it’s simply a caterpillar thing. I truly have a deep love for humanity! While it's not entirely anyone's fault, there is a communication barrier that affects us all. For now, I am content and happier staying here in Fairfield. That said, now listen! If we are to coexist in one place, we must respect and share God's space.
The End
©2025:Qbenja
NaNa's Vacation Dream
I recall my NaNa sitting by the bay window adjacent to the kitchen, staring outside into the distance. She wore a delightful smile that competed with the brilliance of the sun's rays peeking through the window shades.
I was on my way to the kitchen to grab a snack, not wanting to interrupt NaNa’s peaceful moment, so I paused and took a step back. She looked so beautiful and relaxed, like she was lost in thought.
But my tummy had other plans—it was doing somersaults like a little acrobat putting on a show! Flipping, twisting, bouncing around, and finally sticking a perfect landing right in the middle of my gut.
Defeated, I gave in to the fighting hunger and decided to step in closer, and that's when NaNa noticed me. With a warm, inviting smile, she asked, "You hungry, child? Do you want a bite to eat?" “Yes, ma'am!” I exclaimed, a bit too eagerly. I felt a little embarrassed by my excitement, so I smiled sheepishly and took a seat. NaNa just smiled back at me. I know she wanted to laugh out loud, but she resisted so as not to shame me.
As I waited for my food, curiosity got the best of me. I had to know what had captured her attention so deeply.
"NaNa, why were you staring outside at the clouds? What did you see?"
She looked down at me with a warm smile, revealing her glistening white teeth. "Oh, child, I'm just imagining a vacation in heaven where I long to be. I'm envisioning walking the golden streets and delighting in the sweetest fruit from the wonderful garden trees."
"That sounds like a fun place to be! You know I love to eat." I laughed out loud, and NaNa smiled peacefully. "That I know, child, you do love to eat."
"So when can we go, NaNa? Can we go next week, please, please, pretty please?"
NaNa slid into a chair seat next to me, enfolding both my hands in hers. She turned slightly to face me and said before cupping my face in her hands and kissing my forehead and both cheeks.
"Child, one day, we both will meet our Lord and King. We'll play in the streets of gold and live in a world beyond what our imagination can hold."
NaNa paused in thought, I was captivated by her words. "Go on, NaNa, tell me more!"
She continued, "It’s a place where daylight lasts forever and night never shows its face." "Why are there no more nights, NaNa?" I interrupted eagerly. "Because the angelic smile of God Himself keeps it at bay, never allowing it to escape."
"Wow! No more bedtime for me! When can we go, NaNa? Can we go now, please?"
She smiled and continued, "Imagine gates of heaven made of pearls and trees that bear all kinds of fruit that replenish as you eat!"
"What's 'replenish,' NaNa?" I asked.
NaNa chuckled and explained, "Well, let me think. It’s like you take one fruit, and then the tree grows another right back! It just keeps on giving."
I marveled at the thought. "So, the fruits will never run out?"
"Exactly!" she said, grinning. "All you need to do is reach for more. And there will be rivers of water as clear as crystal, capturing all your tears before you even enter. You'll never need to shed tears again because sadness, pain, and sickness will have no reign. Joy and happiness will radiate from our God, the King, and His presence will be all the light we ever need. We’ll sing beautiful songs of praise to honor the King of Kings!"
"I can’t wait to meet the King, play on the golden streets, and eat from the fruit trees," I said eagerly. My imagination was now running wild and getting the best of me.
NaNa laughed, kissed my cheeks, and gave my hands a gentle pat. "Child, let’s get you something to eat."
As she fixed us turkey sandwiches with cheese and Kool-Aid to drink, she smiled back at me. "I believe, there is no doubt in my mind that as you grow up and keep your faith, one day you too, my sweet child, will meet our Lord and King."
After finishing my meal, I leaned over and kissed NaNa's cheeks, thanking her for the yummy food and for sharing her heavenly daydream. I walked out of the kitchen to let Nana be.
With my tummy full and my mind free, I sought a little quiet space to think more about NaNa’s dreamy vacation and what it would be like to meet the great King, not to mention all the delicious fruit trees waiting for me! .......The End
©2025:Qbenja
grammy's Paper Plants
So, I have a short story for you. Yes, it is true. It's about my Granddaughter and the paper plants she grew. You may ask, how do you grow a paper plant? Well, I tell you it's true. It’s the paper plants that she drew.
My beautiful paper plants have lasted for over a decade. I keep it in my book of memories to give it shade. Every time I take a peek, it brings me joyous tears. To think of the love and creativity she possessed beyond her tender years.
The plants don’t take much water. Just a couple drops of sweet tears to maintain life year after year. A little extra fertilizer of love keeps it flourishing with blossoms. It is simply magical and downright awesome.
This short story is dedicated to the little girl who changed my world. Grammy's Princess, Sarayna.
My Darling Little Potter replaced her Grammy’s dying flower. She even created a beautiful pot to hold the soil and water. My Little Potter didn’t have the real version of mortar and clay, per se. But her thoughts were pure as she thought of my happiness that day. She knew that her drawing would be special in every way once she received a hug from her Grammy and take in the smile she knew would grace her face.
Her handwritten note was timeless and to read each precious word was priceless. I was overcome with joy by the three paper plants she gifted me, they were drawn out on notebook paper so perfectly. She even added sunshine to give them daily light and energy. The blue sky was just right for keeping them covered and safe at night.
I placed the memory of that wonderful day deep in my heart.
Thank you, Grammy's Little Princess, for the Paper Plants you grew and your love that hold so true.... The End
©2025:Qbenja