Short Bedtime Stories

The entire city had already gone to sleep, except for a small light shimmering in one window. It was in an attic room. There, beneath the covers, a small boy named Carlton was hiding. He was shining a flashlight at the book he was reading. He was supposed to have been asleep for a long time now. He liked books and reading so much that he couldn’t tear himself away from them. Right now, he was reading about two friends saving a koala bear from poachers. Both boys were in danger and their koala too. It was very suspenseful. Carlton was literally devouring each word. When he turned the page, something strange appeared instead of the next part of the story. A sort of a magical incantation – words written in a different font.

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In one faraway foreign land, there stood a small house, completely by itself. It was an older house. It had a rotten red roof, big old creaking windows, and it was made entirely out of wood. A grandmother, a grandfather, and their grandson lived in it.

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Two children lay on a large meadow full of flowers. A girl called Claire and a boy called Oliver. Claire was an adorable girl with green eyes like a cat’s and fair hair. Oliver was her best friend, with tousled hair and big eyes. They did everything together. They couldn’t even remember ever being without one another. Oliver protected Claire and helped her, and she liked him very much. They both liked the stars. And so every night, as darkness fell and little lights began appearing in the sky, they would lay down next to each other in the meadow and look at them.

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