Delightful stories crafted for children and the young at heart, inspiring imagination, laughter, and meaningful connections. These stories invite readers of all ages to embark on whimsical adventures, discover new friendships, and explore the world around them.
"Who wants to join the Vanishing Homework Club?" Mrs. Melody announced, her voice echoing a little too loudly in the quiet classroom. Ten-year-old Bell, with her bright, curious eyes and a perpetually rumpled backpack, looked up from her doodle of a flying unicorn. She exchanged a bewildered glance with her best friend, Pye, who was busy trying to balance a pencil on his nose. Vanishing Homework...
“Another Level 7 victory for Lily X!” the announcement blared, making Eddy wince. He hated the booming voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. All around him, other kids, even his sister Anna, were glued to their personal screens, their faces glowing with the bluish light of the latest "Mind-Bend" game. Eddy sighed. The Land of Screens. That's what they called their...
“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...
"Psst! Eddy, over here!"
Eddy spun around, his sneakers kicking up autumn leaves. Anna was crouched behind a mossy rock, her eyes wide with excitement. "I found it," she whispered. "The Wishing Tree!"
Eddy’s heart pounded. The tree was real? He’d heard the stories—how deep in Whispering Hollow, an ancient oak granted wishes… but only if you told it your deepest secret.
“Eddy, look out!” shouted Anna, but it was too late.
With a loud crack , Eddy’s skateboard hit the edge of the curb and flipped beneath him. He tumbled onto the sidewalk with a thud, scraping his elbow and sending his favorite green skateboard skidding into the gutter.
The summer had barely begun, and already things weren’t going as planned.
“Did you hear that?” Anna whispered, her flashlight shaking so hard it looked like it was trying to do the cha-cha.
Eddy squinted up the attic stairs. “Hear what?”
A long, slow creak echoed from above—like someone stepping on a giant peanut.
“Look!” Eddy whispered, pointing toward the water. “It wasn’t there yesterday.”
Anna squinted at the strange wooden raft tied to the dock behind her grandmother’s cottage. It was old and worn, covered in moss and sea vines, but something about it shimmered faintly in the morning sun.
Lily X tugged at one of the ropes. “This thing looks like it came from a pirate movie!”
"Did you see it?!" Eddy whispered, his eyes wide as moons. Anna tugged her scarf tighter around her neck and squinted at the empty lantern post in front of the village bakery. "Nope. Not again." Every night, just after midnight, the glowing dragon lantern lit up the sleepy village of Tanjung Tokong like a firefly wrapped in silk. But every morning, it vanished without a trace. And no one could...
“Wait! Come back with my tricycle!” Eddy shouted, sprinting down the sidewalk after a glowing green blur. The tricycle zipped through the air like it had wings—because, well, it kind of did. It had rocket boosters, holographic handlebars, and a time-dial that spun faster than a merry-go-round on caffeine. And now, it was gone—stolen by something that looked like a talking marshmallow with antenna...
"Can you hear that?" whispered Eddy, clutching the edge of a crinkly, glowing piece of parchment.
Anna squinted at him from under her sunhat. "Hear what?"
Eddy didn’t answer right away. He pressed his ear to the map and gasped. A soft hum filled the air—like wind through bamboo flutes.
“It’s… singing,” he said.
