Fun English Stories for Kids
Echoes from the Lighthouse
On the edge of a quiet village, there stood an old lighthouse.
It was tall and white, with a bright light at the top that shone across the dark sea every night.
The villagers believed the lighthouse kept them safe, warning ships of the dangerous rocks hidden below the waves.
A young girl named Lily lived in the village.
She loved the lighthouse and often walked to it to watch the waves crash against the rocks.
One evening, as she sat by the lighthouse, she noticed something strange.
A soft, distant sound seemed to echo from the tower, but there was no one around.
“Is someone there?” Lily whispered, her voice barely reaching the wind.
The sound was like a song, soft and gentle, as if the lighthouse itself was singing.
Curious, Lily decided to visit the lighthouse the next day to find out where the sound was coming from.
The next morning, Lily woke early. She packed a small bag with food and set off towards the lighthouse.
As she walked along the rocky path, the wind whispered in her ears, and the sea roared in the distance.
Lily’s heart raced with excitement. What would she find?
When she reached the lighthouse, she saw something amazing.
The door was open, something that had never happened before. With a deep breath, Lily stepped inside.
The inside of the lighthouse was dark and quiet, except for the sound.
It was coming from the top of the tower. Lily climbed the narrow stairs, one step at a time.
The echo grew louder as she climbed higher, and soon she reached the top.
There, sitting by the light, was an old man with a long white beard. He looked out at the sea, humming a soft tune.
“Who are you?” Lily asked, her voice trembling.
The old man smiled kindly. “I am the keeper of the lighthouse,” he said. “I’ve been here for many years, watching over the sea and the ships that pass by.”
Lily sat beside him. “Why does the lighthouse make that sound? It feels like it’s calling to me.”
The old man’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, you hear it too. The sound is not just from the lighthouse.
It’s the echo of the sea, the wind, and the stories of sailors who passed through these waters.
The lighthouse holds those stories. It remembers every ship that sailed close and every storm that raged.”
Lily listened closely. She could now hear the sea’s whispers, like voices from the past.
“The lighthouse keeps the memories safe,” the old man continued. “It sings the song of the sea, reminding us of the journeys that came before us.”
Lily smiled, understanding at last. She had always thought the lighthouse was just a big, tall tower, but now she knew it was so much more.
It was a keeper of stories, of echoes from the past, reaching out to those who would listen.
From that day on, Lily visited the lighthouse often, listening to the soft song of the sea.
She knew that every wave, every gust of wind, carried a story, and the lighthouse would always be there to remind her of them.
And as the sun set each evening, the light from the lighthouse shone brightly, guiding sailors safely home, just as it had for many years before.
Once upon a time, there was a small gray cat named Whiskers. Whiskers was no ordinary cat.
She could understand everything around her.
She knew when the sun would rise, when the rain would fall, and even when her owner, Lily, was sad.
One day, Lily was sitting in the garden, looking worried. Whiskers jumped onto her lap and looked at her with kind eyes.
“Whiskers, I don’t know what to do,” Lily said softly. “I have so many tests at school, and I feel so nervous.”
Whiskers purred and nuzzled Lily’s hand. She rubbed her face against Lily’s arm, as if saying, “Don’t worry.”
Then, Whiskers stood up and walked to the door.
She sat there and looked back at Lily, as if telling her to follow. Lily smiled. “Alright, Whiskers. I’ll come with you.”
Whiskers led Lily to the big oak tree in the yard. There, she showed Lily a small bird’s nest high in the branches.
A tiny baby bird was chirping loudly. Whiskers looked up and then at Lily, as if she was teaching her something important.
Lily understood. “I see! Just like that baby bird, I need to be brave. Even though I feel nervous, I can do it. I’ll give it my best!”
Whiskers purred happily and jumped into Lily’s arms. Lily smiled, feeling strong and ready for her tests.
From that day on, Lily always remembered the lesson from the cat who knew everything.
Whenever she felt scared or unsure, she would think of the baby bird and know that with a little courage, she could do anything.
And Whiskers? She continued to be the wise cat who always knew just what to do.
