In a world, where little boy bears wear blue and little girl bears wear pink, one Little Bear wants to challenge the norm. He asked his father for a pink bicycle for his birthday. Will Papa Bear buy the pink bicycle? Will the Little Bear start a trend or lose all his friends because of the choice of his color? Read the story at https://www.wattpad.com/721976719-bedtime-short-stories-for-children-the-pink Advertisements
Calling out all the flowers this Spring! Where are you guys? Spring is my favorite time of the year. Every year, millions of flowers bloom in Spring and adorn our sidewalks, parks and communities. I lived in Boston for a few years and there were always flowers around me. Every day, I used to take a picture of a flower and post it on Instagram. My favorite flowers are the azaleas, rhododendrons and tulips. These flowers were ubiquitous in Boston, bursting forth in beautiful colors at nondescript places. Now, I moved to a different city and I am yet to discover the places where flowers bloom in abundance. Where are all the flowers this Spring? We had a few warm days followed by snow on the ground. The weather is sending conflicting messages to the flowers. I hope we see beautiful flowers around us soon before we move into a full blown Summer. What is your favorite flower? Has it bloomed this year yet?
In the age of climate change and global warming, ‘to bloom or not to bloom’, is an important question every flower should ask itself before blooming. This the story is about a tulip who ponders whether to bloom or not. The Baby Bud had a terrible experience when he bloomed for the first time. His parents are worried that he might not bloom at all this Spring and miss the wonder of Spring. Will the Baby Bud bloom or not? Read more at https://www.wattpad.com/715981660-to-bloom-or-not-to-bloom
Tom’s uncle was a scientist. He remembered that the last time, he visited his lab; he was working around many plants.
It was Tom’s birthday. His mother decorated the home with balloons. Tom turned eight years old that day. He sat in front of his cake, with a knife in his hand. It had white icing, chocolate chips and seven colorful candles.
This is a short story, which can be part of an unfinished novel. This story is one of my early morning musings.
In the midst of silent forest, Mynee heard a shrill screech. A creature which was as dark as the night swooped past Mynee. The little mouse quickly hid itself in the tree’s borrow and waited for the nocturnal visitor to leave.