Category Archives: Stories
Seven-year-old Sage wrote a book.
We’ll let her tell you all about it:
A long, fun, weird story about a girl? What’s not to love about that!
Pretty savvy strategy by Sage giving us the CliffNotes version of her novel: just enough of a tease to get us to buy the to-be-published bestseller or go watch the film adaptation, but not so much as to spoil it for us.
Thanks to Sage’s mother, Toni, for sharing with Stuff Kids Write. If you have humorous kids’ writing you’re willing to share with our readers, please send it either firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. Thanks!
Brian wrote this story when he was a kid. His parents kept it. You’ll understand why. They had to be incredibly proud.
The moral of this story?
Talking mice are inherently wise. If one ever offers you advice, take it.
Just don’t bend over to take it.
Especially if you’re naked.
Sure, you love bacon, but do you know where it actually comes from?
Read Nicholas’s book, “All About Pigs,” and you’ll find out.
Besides being a terrific writer, Nicholas is also an outstanding illustrator, and you’ll see that he understands the value of a powerful, well-placed image to provide clarity for the reader.
This is about as clear as it gets.
Thanks to Nicholas and his mom Katie for sharing this “enlightening” kindergarten masterpiece with us.
And as school starts back up, please be on the lookout for funny stuff (intentional or otherwise) that kids write and send it to us at stuffkidswrite(at)gmail(dot)com.
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work by 8-year-old WP are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, particularly a Grammy Award-winning artist, his feline companion, or the caricature from Lucky Charms cereal, is purely coincidental.
How I Got Kidnapped by Minim
Hi my name is slame shady leperchuan. And this is my story about how I got kidnapped by a rapper. Hope you enjoy!
Once opon a time there was a leperchaun named slame shady leperchaun. I met a rapper named minim. For some reason he kidnapped me. And you know what he made me do? He made me sing his latest hit! And after that he let me go. And you know what happened? His cat ate me whole! Yep! I told this whole story from a cat’s belly. The End.
(Ps. The cat ate my left hand.)