Easy English Stories for Young Learners
Easy English Stories for Young Learners
The Girl Who Spoke to Shadows-1
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a young girl named Maya. She was a quiet girl who loved to explore the woods near her home.
Every day after school, she would run into the trees and listen to the whispers of the leaves. But there was something unusual about Maya—she could speak to shadows.
One evening, as the sun began to set, Maya went into the forest. The shadows grew longer, stretching across the ground. As she walked, she noticed a small, soft voice coming from one of the shadows.
“Hello, Maya,” it said.
Maya stopped and looked around. No one was there. She knelt down and whispered, “Who is it?”
The shadow stretched and curled, its form dark and mysterious. “I am the Shadow of the Oak Tree. I have been waiting for you.”
Maya smiled. She was not afraid. “What do you want?” she asked gently.
The shadow swayed, as if thinking. “I need your help,” it said. “A strong wind is coming, and the trees will fall. You must warn them.”
Maya nodded. She had always believed the forest had its own life, and now she knew it was true. “I will help,” she promised.
The shadow whispered directions, and Maya hurried back to the village. She told the villagers about the storm that would come. They worked together, securing their homes and the trees.
That night, the wind howled through the village, but thanks to Maya’s warning, everyone was safe. The next day, as the sun rose, Maya went back to the Oak Tree. The shadow was waiting for her.
“Thank you, Maya,” the shadow said. “You saved us all.”
From that day on, Maya became the village’s protector. She spoke to the shadows every evening, listening to their stories and warnings.
The villagers never forgot the girl who spoke to shadows, and they knew that as long as she was there, the forest would always be safe.
And so, Maya’s quiet magic lived on, keeping the village and the forest in peace forever.
The Girl Who Spoke to the Stars-2
In a quiet village, there lived a girl named Anya. Anya loved to watch the stars at night.
Every evening, she would climb up to the roof of her house, sit on a soft blanket, and gaze at the twinkling sky. But there was something special about Anya—she could talk to the stars.
One warm night, while Anya was staring at the sky, a star fell from the heavens. It landed softly in the grass near her house.
Anya ran to it and gasped. The star was glowing brightly and spoke in a soft, shining voice.
“Hello, Anya,” the star said. “I have come to ask for your help.”
Anya was not afraid. She knelt down and said, “What do you need, little star?”
The star flickered and whispered, “The night is growing dark, and I have lost my way. I need you to guide me back to the sky.”
Anya smiled. She felt honored to help a star. “I will help you,” she said. “Follow me.”
She stood up and began walking to the highest hill in the village, where the sky seemed closest.
The star followed her, its light shining bright. As Anya climbed higher, she talked to the star about her dreams, her hopes, and the beauty of the world. The star listened, its light growing warmer.
When Anya reached the top of the hill, she pointed to the sky. “There,” she said. “You belong up there, with your friends.”
The star shimmered with joy. “Thank you, Anya. You are kind, and you have a brave heart.”
With a flash of light, the star floated back into the sky, joining its fellow stars. Anya watched as it took its place in the sky, twinkling happily.
From that night on, Anya could always feel the stars watching over her. She knew that whenever she needed them, she could speak to the stars, and they would guide her.
And so, Anya’s nights were filled with light, both from the stars above and the warmth of her heart.
