English Story Collection for Kids
English Story Collection for Kids
The Shop That Sold Time-1
Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a strange little shop. It wasn’t like any other shop. It had no sign outside, and the windows were always closed. People walked by it every day, but no one ever went inside.
One day, a curious young boy named Leo decided to see what was in the shop. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
To his surprise, the shop was full of clocks—big ones, small ones, old ones, and new ones. But the most amazing thing was a large shelf in the corner.
It was filled with little bottles. Each bottle had a label that said things like, One hour for a happy memory, One day to fix a mistake, or A month of peaceful days.
An old man, with silver hair and kind eyes, sat behind the counter. He smiled at Leo and said, “Welcome to my shop. I sell time here.”
“Time?” Leo asked, confused. “How do you sell time?”
The old man chuckled. “People come here when they want more time for something special. Some want time to fix their past, some want time to enjoy life more. I sell it in bottles.”
Leo’s eyes widened. “How much does it cost?”
The old man answered, “It depends. Some people give up memories, others give up their worries. But you can’t take time back once it’s used.”
Leo thought about it for a moment. He loved playing with his friends, but lately, he felt like he didn’t have enough time to enjoy it. He wondered if he could buy a little more time.
“I’ll take an hour for a fun afternoon with my friends,” Leo said.
The old man reached behind him and grabbed a small bottle. It had a label that read, One hour of fun with friends. He handed it to Leo. “Use it wisely,” he said.
Leo thanked the old man and ran out of the shop. He went straight to the park, where his friends were waiting. They spent the next hour laughing, playing, and making memories.
When Leo returned home, he felt happy and tired. But something was different. He realized that he didn’t need to buy more time to enjoy life.
The time he had was already enough. He didn’t need a bottle to feel special moments; he just needed to make the most of what he had.
From that day on, Leo visited the shop often, but not to buy more time. Instead, he learned to enjoy each moment as it came. He understood that time couldn’t be bought or sold, but it could be cherished.
And so, the shop that sold time became just another mystery in the town. Some believed it was magic, while others thought it was just a story.
But Leo knew the truth—time was precious, and the best way to enjoy it was to make every second count.
The Shop That Sold Time-2
In a quiet village, there was a little shop that no one seemed to notice. It was tucked away at the end of a narrow street.
The windows were always dusty, and the door creaked when you opened it. No one ever talked about the shop, but it was always there.
One rainy afternoon, a young woman named Maya wandered into the village. She was tired and feeling lost. She had so many things to do, but never enough time. She noticed the old shop as she passed by and decided to step inside.
The moment she walked in, she was surprised. The shop was full of shelves, each holding something different.
There were small boxes, shiny stones, and even strange objects Maya had never seen before.
But what caught her attention was the center of the room. There, behind a wooden counter, was an old man with glasses that seemed too big for his face.
“Welcome,” the old man said with a smile. “I sell time.”
Maya blinked. “Sell time? How is that possible?”
The old man nodded slowly. “People come to me when they need more time for something important. I sell time in small amounts, in exchange for something valuable.”
Maya was curious. “What do I have to give in exchange?”
The old man pointed to a shelf filled with glowing bottles. Each bottle had a label on it, like One Hour of Peace, Two Days of Joy, and A Week of Happiness.
Maya looked at the bottles, then asked, “Can I buy some time? I always feel like there’s not enough of it.”
The old man smiled again. “You can. But remember, you can only buy time for what you truly need.”
Maya thought about it. “I need time to relax. I’m always working, and I never have time for myself.”
The old man reached for a bottle labeled One Week of Relaxation and handed it to Maya. “This will give you the time you need,” he said.
Maya took the bottle, but she was unsure. “How much is it?”
The old man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at Maya with kind eyes and said, “I do not ask for money. I only ask for one thing in return: your time spent wisely.”
Maya didn’t understand, but she thanked him and left the shop with the bottle. For the next week, she followed the instructions.
She spent time with her family, walked in the park, and read books. She allowed herself to rest and enjoy simple moments.
As the week passed, she felt peaceful, like the weight of the world had lifted from her shoulders.
When the week was over, Maya returned to the shop. The old man was waiting for her.
“Did you enjoy your time?” he asked.
Maya smiled. “Yes, it was more valuable than I ever imagined.”
The old man nodded. “You see, time is not about how much you have, but how you spend it. That is the true gift.”
Maya thanked him and left the shop, feeling more content than ever. She realized that the shop hadn’t sold her time—it had taught her how to use it well.
From that day on, Maya made sure to spend her time wisely, knowing that the most precious thing in life wasn’t how much time you had, but how you lived it.
