Stories in English

Classroom Detective Story: The Mystery of the Pilgrim Quilt

Classroom Detective Story: The Mystery of the Pilgrim Quilt

Ms. Bradford entered the classroom clenching onto a large black bag. As she walked in, she looked at the many curious eyes. She smiled and said, “Good morning class, I have a special Thanksgiving surprise for you.” Daniel, Chan and Tessie knew it had something to do with the up coming Thanksgiving celebration. This school was built only thirty years …

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The Thanksgiving Goose: Thanksgiving Story For Children & Kids

The Thanksgiving Goose: Children's Thanksgiving Story

“But I don’t like roast goose,” said Guy, pouting. “I’d rather have turkey. Turkey is best for Thanksgiving, anyway. Goose is for Christmas.” Guy’s mother did not answer. He watched her while she carefully wrote G. T. W. on the corner of a pretty new red-bordered handkerchief. Five others, all alike, and all marked alike, lay beside it. The initials …

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Heart Touching Story of A Boy and His Cat: A Cat to Remember

Heart Touching Story of A Boy and His Cat: A Cat to Remember

“Meow, meow.” The weak cry came from a drain at the side of the street just as Yusuf was passing by. He stopped and listened. The cry came again: “Meow, meow.” Yusuf looked into the drain. A kitten, thin, gray with dirt, and very wet, looked up beseechingly at him. Yusuf reached down into the deep drain, picked the kitten …

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Short English Mystery Story for Kids: Secret of Shining Stones

Short English Mystery Story for Kids: Secret of Shining Stones

A bus was wheeling away towards its destination. It was 11 o’clock at night. Modern Public School has arranged a school tour to Nainital for class 8 students. Four teachers were also accompanying them. Children were very happy. Nobody was feeling sleepy even at midnight. They were enjoying themselves joking and singing songs. Suddenly, the bus started shaking badly. The …

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Flute Player – Short Story By Ruskin Bond

Flute Player - Short Story By Ruskin Bond

Down the main road passed big yellow buses, cars, pony-drawn tongas, motorcycles and bullock-carts. This steady flow of traffic seemed, somehow, to form a barrier between the city on one side of trunk road, and the distant sleepy villages on the other. It seemed to cut India in half – the India Kamla knew slightly, and the India she had …

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