Stories for Kids: Short Story Collection

By Judy Lunsford

This short story collection is filled with stories written for kids. The stories are filled with fairies, fairy godmothers, friendly monsters, and imaginary friends.

Included in this collection are flash fiction stories as well as much longer stories.

I love writing stories for kids. Kids are filled with wonder and love stories about things that are harder for some adults to believe in. I've filled these pages with some of my very best friends from lands that only exist in fairy tales.

 

Included in this volume:

 

Adventure!; Airship Pilot Waffles; The Autumn Fairy and Shadow Tail; Blade's Yard; Check Mate; My Fairy Godmother Wears Biker Boots; Firebird Feathers; Luna's Adventure; The Magic Pond; The Monster Bed; Monster Party; The Moon and the Moths; Moon Songs; The Owl Rider; Toodle-Doo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Judy Lunsford
• Release date: Apr 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201118150

Judy Lunsford

Born and raised in California, Judy now lives in Arizona with her husband and Giant Schnoodle. Judy writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness & is a breast cancer survivor. She writes mostly fantasy, but delves into suspense, horror, romance, and poetry. She has written books and short stories for all ages. You can find her books and short stories at your favorite online retailers.

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Stories for Kids

Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford

Published by Judy Lunsford

Cover and layout copyright © by Judy Lunsford

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Adventure! - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Airship Pilot Waffles - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

The Autumn Fairy and Shadow Tail - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Blade’s Yard - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Check Mate - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

My Fairy Godmother Wears Biker Boots - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Firebird Feathers

First published in Enchanted Conversation Magazine, October 2021

Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford

Luna’s Adventure - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

The Magic Pond - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

The Monster Bed - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Monster Party - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

The Moon and the Moths - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Moon Songs - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

The Owl Rider - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

Toodle Doo - Copyright © 2022 by Judy Lunsford

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Stories for Kids

Short Story Collection

Judy Lunsford

Introduction

This short story collection is filled with stories written for kids. The stories are filled with fairies, fairy godmothers, friendly monsters, and imaginary friends.

Included in this collection are flash fiction stories as well as much longer stories.

I love writing stories for kids. Kids are filled with wonder and love stories about things that are harder for some adults to believe in. I’ve filled these pages with some of my very best friends from lands that only exist in fairy tales.

Welcome to my world. I hope you find something you like.

Happy reading!

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Judy Lunsford

January 2022

We’ll kick things off with a short story that embodies what this volume is all about. Adventure!

Join Lucas and his uncle as they embark on an adventure of a lifetime.

Adventure!

When I went to my brother’s house for the holidays, my sister-in-law pulled me aside when I arrived and told me that their son Lucas was different.

She didn’t elaborate, she just warned me to be careful around him and not to get him riled up. I hadn’t seen them in a while, so I couldn’t think of what could change in a year.

When Lucas came to say hello to me in the living room, I watched him closely to see if I could suss out what it was that made him different.

He came into the room and lit up when he saw me. His large brown eyes brightened and got a spark in them that I recognized from my own childhood.

Lucas came straight over to me, his brown curls bobbing on his head like small coils. They reminded me of dozens of tiny brown Slinkies that made most people want to pull them straight and then let go, to watch them bounce back into place. I had the same kind of hair, so I refrained from any urge to pull on his curls. I hated when people did that to me, especially when I was a child.

Lucas came over to me with a huge smile on his face. He was going to be four soon, and he told me as much with his fingers held into the air in front of him. He showed me and then giggled happily.

Are you going to be four after the holidays? I asked him.

He nodded and giggled again.

Do you know who I am? I asked. 

It had been a while since I had been over and I really didn’t know how long kids remembered things.

Lucas nodded and smiled up at me.

I’m your Uncle Asher, I said. Do you remember me?

Lucas just smiled and put his hand out to me.

I took it and he pulled me out of my chair and led me down the hallway.

There was a bathroom at the end of the hall and I could see that the light was on inside, but the door was shut.

As we got closer, I could hear the water running in the bathtub.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw my brother and his wife out in the kitchen, and I was fairly sure that it was just the four of us in the house at the moment.

Who’s in there? I asked.

Lucas looked up at me and put his finger to his lips to shush me.

He let go of my hand and reached up and opened the door.

The water in the tub was overflowing onto the floor, and there were several floating yellow rubber duckies bobbing at the top of the water. 

I looked at all of the water on the floor and then at my giggling nephew. 

Did you do this? I asked.

Lucas giggled again and pulled me into the bathroom with him.

Adventure! he squealed and he jumped into the overflowing bathtub.

I watched in horror as he flew through the air. I expected him to land with a giant splash.

But before he hit the water, the bathtub turned into a small boat, and the water running from the tap became a waterfall that fed into a river.

Come! Lucas commanded and reached his hand out to me.

I stepped into the tiny boat and sat down behind my nephew.

I would have questioned this more, had I not had similar fantasies when I was a child. But they had stopped happening somewhere along the way.

I couldn’t help but feel like the river and waterfall were familiar in some way.

Lucas threw himself into my lap and the boat started down the river. I had to move low hanging branches covered with large green waxy leaves out of the way as we went.

I felt like, as an adult, I should be questioning this more. But as we floated down the river, I couldn’t bring myself to break the spell.

After a few minutes of watching stranger and stranger creatures staring at us from the shorelines, we reached a sandy beach where the boat stopped. It tilted sideways and practically dumped me out onto the sand. 

Lucas scrambled out ahead of me and tried to drag me to my feet.

I had to wait for the feeling of pins and needles to leave my legs before I could stand up and walk properly.

Do you remember? Lucas whispered to me.

I looked at the island and it did have an extremely familiar feeling to it. 

Off in the distance, walking along the shoreline, where the water lapped at the dry ground, as if trying to convince it to join in with the joys of being wet, I saw a small figure approaching us.

As it got closer, I could feel the memories come rushing back. All of them.

The figure walking towards me was a small creature, part rabbit, part bear, and part cat.

His long ears stuck straight up in the air and his tail whipped back and forth behind him as he approached. A smile spread across his face, showing his sharp teeth.

Tommers? I asked as he got close.

I dropped to my knees and hugged my old friend. He was my imaginary playmate when I was a kid.

Tommers hugged me tightly and then looked over at Lucas.

You did it! You brought him back to me, Tommers said to my giggling nephew. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.

Lucas pried us apart and took my hand on one side and Tommer’s paw on the other.

Adventure! Lucas said loudly, staring out over the towering landscape of trees and jungle ahead of us.

Tommers looked up at me with his fuzzy face.

You up for it? he asked with a wink.

I smiled down at my old friend and squeezed my nephew’s hand.

Absolutely.

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Waffles the giraffe follows his dream to become the pilot of an airship. He joins Captain Ollie and his crew of emus as they embark on wild adventures.

Airship Pilot Waffles

Once upon a time, there was a giraffe named Waffles. He was short and gangly and young, and all of the other giraffes his age would tease him because he wasn’t anywhere near as tall as they were. He would watch as the other giraffes could reach the leaves high up in the trees, where the sun made them sweeter and tastier. At least the other giraffes told him those leaves were more tasty. He himself had never been able to reach up that far to taste them for himself.

One day, Waffles looked up in the sky and saw what looked like a pirate ship with huge balloons and sails. It floated majestically overhead and he watched it as it went off on its merry way far into the distance.

What a view that must have! Waffles thought to himself.

Waffles went and asked his mother what the big ship in the sky was, and she had simply told him that it was an airship. Waffles concluded that she didn’t know any more about it than he did, but from that day forward, Waffles had a big dream.

Waffles’ big dream was to fly an airship.

When the other giraffes found out Waffles wanted to fly an airship, they laughed at him and mocked him even more.

His mother tried to console him, telling him not to worry, someday he would grow into a big and tall giraffe like his father and would have a herd of his own. It didn’t help. Everywhere Waffles went, there were whispers and the laughter of his fellow giraffes making fun of him.

So Waffles went to the edge of the savanna and into the thick trees of the forest. It was where he went to get away from the other giraffes. Waffles was short enough to go into the denser areas where the other giraffes were too tall to go.

As he wandered through the forest, he came to a clearing. Peering around a tree, he saw something in the middle of the clearing that amazed him.

It was an airship.

Waffles wandered closer to get a better look.

The ship was full of large birds that scurried around on the deck of the ship. As Waffles got closer, the ship seemed to get bigger and bigger. It towered high into the sky and when he was close enough, he couldn’t see the deck anymore.

Waffles wandered around to the far side of the ship, taking it all in. He could hear the birds up on the deck, calling back and forth to each other in an accent he had never heard before.

On the other side of the ship, a long wide plank came down from high up on the deck and was touching the ground, making