Entries in children's stories (78)


The Paperboy


S&S link: Christian Life and Faith: Biblical and Christian Foundation: Faith-2e

 Author unknown. Illustrated by Yoko Matsuoka. Designed by Roy Evans.
Published by My Wonder Studio. Copyright © 2018 by The Family International


PDF: The Paperboy 
PDF: The Paperboy (Japanese)


Shalise, Part 2

Note: This story uses British spelling.

During the time that Shalise had been there at the wadi, King Almeiro had been true to his word and had often taken that familiar route, stopping at Gran Roca to drink from Shalise and communicate with her out of sight of his entourage.

“Oh my,” he would always say. “My subjects would deem me mad if they were to find me conversing with a goblet!”

After his last meeting with Shalise, however, the king had been concerned at having noticed a restless wistfulness about her and, upon his journey’s return, was overwhelmingly distressed at her disappearance. He offered a kingly reward for her recovery to no avail, and so he replaced Shalise with another silver goblet, which soon became tarnished and failed to reflect the sun and attract the thirsty wanderers.

Meanwhile, Shalise revelled in the maidens’ and their mother’s doting. For many months, they displayed her here and there for their family and certain selected friends, but Shalise began to lose her lustre, causing the girls’ interest in her to wane and to use her merely as a flower vase. Nevertheless, Lexus, as busy as he was and more so every day, still clandestinely communicated with her, but these occasions became briefer and less frequent. 

One evening, looking concerned and rather sheepish, he took Shalise down from her shelf and carried her to the cellar. There, he set her on a table and addressed her as he polished her with a velvet cloth.

“You are unhappy, are you not, Shalise?”

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Shalise, Part 1

Note: This story uses British spelling.

Shalise was the beautiful pride and joy of the great king Almeiro, who reigned over an ancient land many centuries ago. She brought him his evening beverage of choice wine, and he delighted in showing her off to courtiers and delegates who would remark on her sparkling splendour. Upon seeing her, people would describe her as “scintillating,” “perfectly formed” and “exquisite”—although she was fourteen hundred years old!

But Shalise was not a woman; she was not even a person. She was a goblet, a vessel—yes, an inanimate object; a silver chalice intricately engraved with delicate flower designs. And despite her age, no trace of wear, tear or tarnish, nary a scratch marred her loveliness. 

A few centuries ago, a Moorish army captured Shalise from the crusaders, but some years later, one of Almeiro’s ancestral kings rescued her and took her into his royal court, where she had remained ever since. Due to her mystique, many wondered if she was the Holy Grail from which Christ and His disciples had supped the night of His betrayal!

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Frisky’s Adventure: A Five Squad Adventure

It was a cold, wintry day in Sheldon. All week long, gales had brought a deep chill to the air. The Christmas season’s fun and the winter snows had given way to wetter and windier days, leaving the children of Sheldon impatient for spring’s arrival.

Up in Kento’s bedroom, he and Earl worked on a fleet of paper airplane models that Kento had downloaded. In spite of their absorbing project, Kento sighed. Little had happened in the week since the Squad had last met in the Lodge. 

“I’ve finished another one!” Earl announced, triumphantly holding up the glued aircraft.

“And the glue is nearly dry on this one, too,” said Kento. “How many have we finished now?”


“Earl!” Kento’s mother called from down the stairs. ”Your father just called. He’s coming by in five minutes to pick you up for dinner. And, Kento, we’re eating in ten minutes, so you might want to start cleaning up.”

“Looks as though that’s all I’ll be doing for today,” said Earl.

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Patsy’s Pantry

Note: This story uses British spelling.

“Mmm … scrumptious,” twelve-year-old Conley McArdent mumbled through a mouthful. “The best shortbread I’ve ever tasted.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” responded his fourteen-year-old sister, Patsy.

“I mean it.”

“Really? It was just a wee experiment—throwing the usual ingredients together type of thing. You know—butter, flour, sugar and all. Naught special, except the butter, of course … Ballyrashane.”

“But they are so good,” Conley said, reaching for the plate. Patsy stayed his hand.

“That’s your fifth. I only made four for each of our guests.”


“Okay, Con, since you are a satisfied customer, go ahead. Merrill and Moira and their children will eat ’em, and Mike and Maggie, of course—but their daughter, Megan, might pass—she’s on some kind of a diet.”

Conley’s eyes lit up. “Speaking of customers, I bet I could sell these.”

“What? Sell my dinky biscuits?”

“Aye. You don’t think so?”

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Benjamin’s Secret

The sun rose softly over the hilly horizon, casting its golden rays over the calm Sea of Galilee as it shimmered in the distance. Benjamin opened his eyes as a ray of sunlight slanted into his bedroom window. He threw off his blankets, headed toward the window, and blinked in the bright light.

He looked out at the village below. The flat roofs of the houses dotted the hillside all the way down to the main town road. A company of soldiers marched past the synagogue toward the main square. Today was market day. By noon, the main street would be crowded with people: merchants from faraway countries selling their goods, travelers on their way to Jerusalem telling tales of distant places they had been to, and local villagers selling their fruits and vegetables. And not far from there were the fishermen by the shore, fixing their nets, telling tales of their fishing adventures.

“Are you ready yet?” called Keren, Benjamin's mother, from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mother.”

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