Thought-provoking tales that teach children values and the importance of making good choices.
“Look out!” yelled Eddy. He fell right into a pile of leaves. His sister, Anna, laughed. She pointed a stick at his head. “You almost missed it, Captain Clumsy!” she said. Anna held up an old, wrinkly paper. It was not a drawing of their yard. This was special. Blue lines on the paper seemed to move. They glowed and wiggled. “It’s a treasure map, Eddy!” she whispered. Her eyes were big. “I found...
The salt-laced wind whipped Eddy's hair across his face as he scanned the glistening sands of Tanjung Bungah beach. The morning sun, a fiery orb in the pale sky, warmed his skin. He loved these early morning hunts, the beach deserted save for the scuttling crabs and the cries of distant gulls. The air smelled of brine and something sweet, like ripe mangoes from the nearby orchards.
Eddy zoomed down the sidewalk on his scooter, the wind whipping through his spiky, black hair. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, like a giant, melting popsicle. He could smell the exhaust from passing cars, but also the sweet scent of Mrs. Mala's honeysuckle bushes that spilled over her fence. He was on his way to the park, the usual meeting spot for him and his best...
The air buzzed with excitement, a mixture of cotton candy sweetness and the whirring of tiny robots. Colorful balloons bobbed against the bright blue sky, shaped like cartoon characters and computer mice. Streamers, printed with lines of code, fluttered from every booth. This was the Coding Carnival, a place where learning to code felt like playing the best game ever.
"Why do we have to move?" little Timmy asked, his eyes wide with confusion as he clutched the worn teddy bear. His mother, Lily, took a deep breath and knelt beside him, her eyes reflecting the same sadness he felt. "Well, Timmy," she began, her voice gentle yet firm, "sometimes, life takes us on different paths, and we have to go where there are more opportunities for us to be happy and grow."...
In a quaint little village nestled between rolling green hills, there lived a young girl named Lila. Lila was ordinary, or at least that’s what everyone told her. Her hair was the color of autumn leaves, her skin like warm milk, and her laughter mixed with the rustling wind. Yet, despite her vibrant personality, she often felt like an unremarkable pebble amidst a river of dazzling stones.
