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Timeless Tales
Is a Fun Collection of bite-sized stories packed with adventure, humor, and heart. Let EiE Expressions turn your reading time into a family connection with timeless tales that are perfectly tailored for toddlers, teens, and everyone in between.
PUMPKIN PATCH KING
Was I asleep, or was I dreaming? Was my imagination getting the best of me? The vividness of what I saw made me laugh out loud. Startled, I jolted awake with a soft scream of, "Where am I?" How did I get here?
Wow! I, Dominic, a king! I must really be dreaming. Come! Follow me closely into the land of make-believe.
There I was, walking in a forest thick with trees; really tall trees, as far as I could see. It didn’t scare me; it just piqued my curiosity. I pressed on, and it felt like an eternity. Finally, at the foot of a hill, I spotted a clearing.
.
Excited to see something other than trees,
I began to run toward the clearing. Suddenly, I didn’t notice my feet slipping out from under me. The next thing I knew, I was rolling like a ball or maybe flying like a bird. I could see the sky above me, feeling nothing beneath me.
Then I felt it: I had hit something, or perhaps something hit me? When I finally opened my eyes, I thanked God I was alive. I reached for my feet, patting myself down to make sure I was still in one piece.
Now on my hands and knees, I looked up and saw thousands of little beady black eyes staring back at me; well, maybe not thousands, but hey, it’s my dream; I’ll call it as I see it.
In the midst of the forest trees, I had stumbled upon a pumpkin patch thriving among the falling leaves. This wasn’t just an ordinary pumpkin patch; these pumpkins had legs, arms, hands, and feet, along with startled smiles and yellowish teeth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing; there were pumpkins everywhere, happily dancing and singing! Now that the ringing in my ears had faded and my senses had come back, I was able to hear the cheerful music and the lively celebration, with green vines swaying and colorful leaves fluttering all around. Wow! What a joy to see.
As I approached carefully, the music abruptly halted, and the same eyes stared back at me.
I asked, "what is this place, and what are you celebrating?" All the mouths answered at once: "Many things, Your Majesty: the presence of sunlight atop the forest trees, the creator of life, the changing colors of our leaves, and most importantly, 'You, Oh Great King!
“Me? A king?” I shouted, bewildered. Are you all crazy? Before I could protest further, the music resumed, and they lifted me into the air, chanting, “O’ hail to the King! O’ hail to the King! For He has come to reign. He has slayed the Pumpkin Slayer. O’ hail to the King! Your Great Majesty!”
I was led deeper into the woods until we stumbled upon another clearing. There, sitting on a cozy pile of colorful golden leaves, was a figure that looked just like me; same eyes, same nose, same smile, and even my hands and feet! How could this happen? Am I still dreaming? There I was, proudly crowned "Crown in Victory," as the Pumpkin Patch King, the ruler of my very own kingdom!
I have to say, it felt amazing to be a king! Who would have thought that little old me, Dominic, would end up being crowned King in such a whimsical world? What an adventure!
The End… ©Qbenja|EiEexpressions
Special dedication to Dominic M. Elms Jr.
My sweet little friend.🧡 💛🤎
Fun In the Sun
"The memories we cherish are the ones we recall vividly"
School is out for the summer, and Mom and I are heading to the beach! It's fun in the sun, and my best friend Tommy will be waiting.
The drive didn't take very long; our summer home is just a couple of miles down the road. We finally arrived; I couldn't wait to feel the sand beneath my bare feet. I was already out of the car and running to find Tommy when I heard Mom yell, “Shaun, you better get back here right now! I didn't permit you to leave.” “ But Mom! I replied with my saddest plea, "You said I could play with Tommy!”
Yes, I did, and you will. But could you please help me get set up on the beach? I hurriedly grabbed her things and rushed them to a chair facing the roaring waves. Mom looked a bit displeased as I turned to leave. She grabbed my hands and said, "What? No kiss goodbye for Mommy?" I shrugged sadly. "But Mom! My friends are here."
"I know, sweetie. I just want you to stay for a moment and sit with me, please. It's been a while since it was just you and me without your sisters and Granny Bea."
"Okay, Mom, just for a minute or two, just for you." I saw a smile shaping beneath her hat. She relaxed in her sun chair, sipping a tall glass of peach iced tea. I was getting completely bored, so I asked again, "Mom, could I leave now, please?" She glanced over at me, smiled, and said, "Go on, child, and be free. Tell Tommy I said hi, and be back here no later than 3:00 PM."
I grabbed my ball and ran to meet Tommy on the other side of the beach. We met and exchanged high-fives like all friends do to look cool. "Geez, Shaun, where have you been? I've been waiting since 10:00 AM!" I smiled. "You know, my mom still treats me like a little kid."
Tommy asked, "So what's that thing in your hand?"
"I brought my lucky ball with me, see?"
Tommy replied, "I sure do; it's hard to miss my buddy! That thing is bigger than you!" We both laughed at his attempt to make a short joke at my expense.
We were having the best time playing beach soccer when a couple of kids asked to join in. "Sure thing!" I said aloud for everyone to hear. I wanted them to know I was in charge since I had brought the ball. Tommy giggled; he understood my point.
We played for what felt like hours; we were having so much fun that we decided to divide the group into teams for a fun challenge. Of course, Tommy and I lost, but it didn't matter. We had made new friends, which was a gain over a loss any day, as Mom likes to say. Speaking of Mom, I better be on my way. The boys and I high-fived and said our goodbyes after making a pact to meet up next time.
I arrived back just as Mom was packing up. She looked around and said, "Just in time!" I smiled and grabbed what was left to take to the car. She smiled and asked, "Did you have a good time?" "Yes, ma'am!" I replied. "Great," she said, "thanks for helping out, and don't forget your ball." She reminded me at least twice.
I gave Mom a recap on the drive back home. "Mom, we had a ball!" I said, not meaning it literally, and laughed out loud. It was the most fun ever, even though my team lost the challenge. It was okay because we met new friends who joined our pack. "Your pack," Mom laughed. "You wouldn't understand, Mom; it's a guy thing." She laughed even harder. I just shook my head at her antics and continued. "So, Mom, as I was saying, even though my team lost, Tommy and I decided that the fun in the sun and the new friends we made were our true reward."
The End...🌞
©Qbenja|EiEexpressions
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 farther, minding my own business like a caterpillar on a morning stroll, enjoying the breeze and looking for something to eat. Just as I stopped to munch on a delicious green leaf, the ground suddenly shook beneath me! I felt the earthquake 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 Grandpa Symmie's forbidden tales about humans. What had he said? I struggled to remember! I needed to think quickly and trust my instincts, just as my dad 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 that my efforts 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 would remain my secret.
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! My heart is still racing; 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’ll 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. With that said, if we are to coexist, we must have respect in sharing God's space.
The End
©Qbenja|EiEexpressions
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 to catch it with 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 them. 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 to see if anyone else was there. Isabella begin 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 cry, a little louder now.
Isabella bent down on hands and knees to carefully remove the surrounding leaves; now, face-to-face, she 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 for comfort.
She grabbed her water bottle and dripped cool water onto my beak from her fingertip. I heard her pleading, "please be ok". Don't you fret, little one. I will take good 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 again. It was her, my angel, 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 if you need me. 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 my now healed wing and whispered softly, “You will always be a part of me, my guarding angel.” With that, I took to the sky once more, flying high above her head.
I could feel the wind beneath my wings, it was the freedom she knew I needed. I spread my wings wide as I soared higher just as she had taught me. Then, I heard her shout aloud with a hand wave and an air kiss good-bye. Farewell! My little miracle friend, my Flying Wings.
The End...
©Qbenja|EiEexpressions
Grammy's Paper Plants
This short story is dedicated to the little girl who changed my world and completely stoled my heart
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 and are still growing. I keep them in my book of memories to give them 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 doesn’t take much water. Just a couple drops of sweet tears to maintain life year after year. Ok! I confess, I am guilty of adding a little extra fertilizer of love, which keeps them flourishing with blossoms. It is simply magical and awesome.
My Darling Little Potter replaced her Grammy’s dying flower. She even created beautiful pots to hold the soil and water, showcasing the green grass beneath.
Sarayna knew that her drawing would be special in every way. She knew the love she would receive for her artistic efforts and the smile that would grace her Grammy's face. She anticipated the warm hugs that always say, "I will love you forever and always."
She waited patiently for her Grammy's return. She placed the letter art in an envelope that noted, "Letter to Grammy." That set out on the kitchen table in full display.
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; one with blooms of yellow, the others blue and pink. They were drawn out on notebook paper perfectly.
My little Artist priceless piece.
She even added sunshine to give them daily light and energy. The blue sky aligned with the bright yellow sun was a perfect touch for keeping them warm and safe from the cool night breeze.
Every now and then, I pull out her note to read, to relive that beautiful moment of joy and peace. Oh how sweet were the beautiful twin eyes that looked up at me. I placed the memory of that wonderful day deep in my heart for safekeeping.
Thank you, Grammy's Little Princess, for the Paper Plants you grew and your love that holds so true.
The End...
©Qbenja|EiEexpressions
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 was envisioning walking the golden streets of heaven 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. There will also 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 strawberry 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 fruits waiting to be eaten and the golden streets, now, that I can't wait to see!
The End...
©Qbenja|EiEexpressions